I laid her hand back on the bed, clenching my jaw to keep from getting too emotional.
Her parents, ever obedient, followed the nurse right out, but I lingered as long as I could get away with, until she stood in the doorway and said, “It’s time.”
Mr. and Mrs. Rotheford waited out by the desk. When I came out, he passed me Corabelle’s keys. “Seems like you’ve been taking care of things.”
I held the heavy ring in my palm. “I have tried, sir.”
“We’ll see you tomorrow, I trust?”
“Absolutely.”
“All right then.” He turned to the door and walked with his wife over to the elevators.
I stared at the keys and the silver butterfly on a chain that held them together. I wasn’t sure what had made him change his mind. It felt like that moment in the parking lot of the funeral home, when I was screwing up, walking out, and he had told me I could do it, I could help his daughter.
I would not let him down.
18: Corabelle
The lights recessed into the ceiling changed in style and brightness as we moved from the ICU through the hallways and back to one of the main floors. Two guys in blue scrubs controlled the bed, and I forced myself to keep my eyes on the panels above to avoid feeling embarrassed as we rolled down hallways where normal healthy people could walk past. My face was half covered with a surgical mask. No one would know if they were being protected from me, or me from them.
The nurse assured me she would let Gavin know that I had moved. Even though it was six a.m. and way before normal visiting hours, he was out there, she said. To cheer me up, they had put the words “Gavin Report” on a whiteboard by my head, crossing out “On the floor” and “Behind the curtain” to say “In the chairs.”
We trundled down a long hallway, different from the one I had been on before, and one of the orderlies opened a wide door. This room was similar in layout to the last one, but instead of gray walls, it was painted a soothing slate blue.
The team worked to set up the IV stands and blood pressure cuff and oxygen monitor. I wished I could get the oxygen line out of my nose, but the doctor told me as they discharged me from ICU that it would probably stay another day. They had been giving me suction treatments, a horrifying vacuum through a tube they stuck down my nose. I was not going to let a single soul in the room during those and hoped they would be done with them soon.
“Can we get you anything?” one of the men asked.
I shook my head.
“Your nurse will check in with you soon.” He glanced at the whiteboard. “Looks like you’re getting Suzie. She’s a good one.”
After they left, the room was quiet and still. I didn’t have any books. No one to talk to. Not even my phone to check. Solitude I was familiar with, but having no type of diversion was going to kill me.
A bouncy young nurse in scrubs emblazoned with ducks breezed in. “Hello, Corabelle,” she said as she checked all the tubes and wires. “I’m Suzie. I’ll be with you until evening.”
I stared at her ducks, my throat thick. The cartoon images were either the same brand as the ones I had put on Finn that last time, or remarkably similar. I had avoided prints like that ever since, but here they were, leaning over my hospital bed. Maybe they were a sign that he was watching, like the butterfly by the ambulance door.
“Is Gavin coming?” I asked.
Suzie’s face puckered. “I’m not sure. Is that your…husband?” She hesitated, I knew, because I didn’t seem old enough to be married.
“Yes,” I said. Why not? “He was in the ICU waiting room.”
“I can buzz over there and make sure they tell him you’ve moved.”
“Thank you.”
But all that was unnecessary, as after a quick knock, his dark head peered through the doorway.
“We’re here,” Suzie said. “You must be the husband.”
His eyebrows shot up and a mischievous grin crossed his face. My heart caught, and I caught a brief flash of what it had been like to be in high school, without any doubts about him at all, just reveling in the harmony we always found when we were together.
“I am indeed.” He strode into the room and dragged a chair next to the bed. “You’re looking better,” he said to me. The back of his hand brushed my cheek. “You’re pink again.”
The nurse picked up her iPad. “You’re allowed water, so I’ll get you some. And a soft breakfast will come in a few hours.” She flicked through several screens. “Pain meds are in your IV for now.” She looked up. “I think you’re all set. Is the bed in a good position?”
“Can I go a little higher?”
She nodded and reached for the button. “Just don’t tire yourself out.”
My head came up a few inches, and breathing was a lot easier again.
“Thank you,” Gavin said.
She headed for the door. “Buzz me if you need anything.”
He waited for her to disappear, then said, “Alone at last.”
“Next time I try to be all dramatic, just tie me to something until I calm down.” I felt a cough coming on and gripped the sides of the beds. The gurgle in my chest was something I could not get used to, and as the tickle grew into a full-on expulsion, I could tell goo was going to come out.
I pointed at the sink area of the room. “Paper towel,” I wheezed, trying not to suck the gunk back into my throat.
Gavin jumped up and snatched several sheets, hurtling back to me with a spryness I remembered seeing on the track field, back when he’d been forced to do a sport by his father. He’d been great, except that doing it for his dad was a huge demotivator.
“Turn around,” I told him, and when he was looking the other way, spat the gunk into the paper towel. This had been going on since midnight, when I woke up with the urge to expel the contents of my chest. I balled up the towel and shoved it under the sheets. “Okay.”
When he settled back in the chair, his face was distressed. “You all right?”
“It’s got to come out.” I shrugged. “Hospitals are not sexy.”
He grabbed my hand. “You’ll get out.”
“I was hoping to be in class this morning. It’s Monday. Astronomy.”
“No chance of that.”
I sank back against the pillow, watching him. I couldn’t get enough of that black mop, those sideburns, his jaw. Sometimes I felt I was seeing him for the first time.
He played with my fingers, working up to something. “So, what happened? Why were you out of your room?”
I figured he’d get to that. “Parents. Dad.”
He nodded. “He’s definitely holding a grudge.” He shifted to one side and tugged a key ring from his pocket. My keys. “I gave him these back, but then he returned them, saying I was doing a good job watching your place.”
“That’s progress.” I had planned to let his disappearance go, but the keys had been a big factor in everything that happened. “So, Friday? Where did you go?”
His expression never wavered. He had always been better at holding in his feelings than I was, but normally he didn’t keep things from me. This time, though, I could see he had something to hide.
“Elbows in a grease pit.”
“All day?”
His jaw tensed. “One of the women — the paid ones — tried to take advantage of me. I had to deal with it.”
Bitterness that he’d ever been with women like that burned in my belly. “How?”
“Just got me tangled up in her family business. I got out of it. It’s fine now.”
I noticed now a nick on his chin, a cut surrounded by a bruise. “Come here,” I said.
He leaned in, expecting I might want to kiss him, but I ran my fingers across the injury. “Were you in a fight?”
“I get in a few scrapes here and there.”