“Technically, three days,” she said. “The doctor should be here any moment to give us the results of your scan.”
That’s what I’d been afraid of. I tried to steady my voice. “Am I . . . is it my brain again?”
“Honey, you developed meningitis,” she said, relief evident in her eyes as she delivered this news. “The reason you had a seizure is because of the swelling in your brain.”
I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut. No, not this again.
“Are they going to have to operate?” My voice tripped over the words.
“No, sweetie. Absolutely not. Antibiotics took care of the infection,” she said. “You had a high fever, so you’ve been out of it for a couple of days.”
I opened my eyes—they felt bruised from the effort.
“The doctor assured us you’d recover quickly,” she said, squeezing my hand. “The meningitis could’ve been a long-term complication from your head injury. Or it might’ve just been a coincidence.”
My mother’s voice was strong and sure, but I could see the fear behind her eyes. “We knew certain risks still existed. But you’re going to be just fine.”
I nodded in relief and asked for a drink of water.
As she reached for the cup and pitcher, I remembered the dream I’d been having just prior to waking up. It had felt so real.
Kai’s mouth had been close to my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck. And then he’d kissed my head and whispered something. Something so amazing, it had to have been a dream.
Intimate and private. Words for me and me alone.
I’m falling for you, Rachel. And I don’t know how to stop.
Heat crept across my cheeks at the memory. Would I truly have wanted to hear those words? Since when had my innocent crush transformed into something real? Something more intense than anything I’d ever felt in my life?
The realization that I had fallen in love with Kai was so raw, so visceral, I felt it deep in my gut. It was so commanding that I pulled my knees toward my chest, my muscles stiff and aching from the effort.
Kai was an essential part of my life. As central as the very air I breathed.
The door pushed open, and I sucked in a harsh breath, afraid that it would be Kai. That he’d see the glow hidden beneath my depths. The underpinnings of truth awakening in my brain. My heart dusting itself off, glinting, reaching. For the luminescent stars. For all that was exquisitely him.
But it was a nurse who’d stepped inside the room.
“She’s awake.” She was short and stout and had a friendly face. “Let me take your vitals.”
My mother held the cup of water to my lips and I drank greedily. So parched, so thirsty. Not necessarily for water. But for something else. Someone else.
As the nurse took my temperature, Kai swung through the door, followed by my dad.
“Look who decided to join us this morning,” my mother said.
Kai gave me a sweet, lopsided grin as his face went through a series of emotions. Relief, joy, affection. His gaze fixed to mine, he stepped aside, allowing my father to reach me first.
“Good morning, baby girl,” my father said, grasping my hand.
“Hi, Daddy,” I said, my voice trembling and unsteady. Just like my heart.
I could feel Kai’s gaze like a thick rope tethering us together, despite the nurse stepping in his line of sight to write in the chart.
“It’s all gonna be fine, honey,” my father said.
I nodded. “Sorry if I gave you a scare.”
He reached down to hug me.
My mom was in the corner of the room speaking to the nurse. My father moved to the side table to pour cream and sugar into his large cup of Starbucks coffee.
Kai sat down on the edge of my bed and wound his fingers through mine. I instantly felt calm. Comforted. Safe. “How you doing, Turtle?”
“I’m okay,” I said, letting out a deep breath.
I suddenly realized that being asleep for three days might not have been a great look on me and began smoothing my hair with my fingers. “But I must look like hell.”
He reached for my hand to still my fingers and shook his head. “You always look pretty, Turtle.”
I realized whatever I was trying to do would be of no use anyway. He had already seen me at my worst. “What happened, Kai?”
“I don’t know exactly,” he said. “I heard you scream my name and when I got to your room, you were on the floor. Your body was convulsing.”
“Shit,” I said.
“Avery rushed into the room and told us you were having a seizure,” he said. Thank God we’d had a nurse in the condo. “She told us to protect your head from bashing into anything until it was over.”
“Oh my God,” I said. I reached my hand to cover my mouth and the IV line yanked painfully at my skin.
“It was freaking scary,” he said, meeting my eyes. “Dakota ran to call nine-one-one, but I just picked you up and carried you to my truck.”
“You drove me to the hospital?” I asked, my eyebrows climbing to my hairline.
His fingers tugged through his hair. “I wasn’t about to wait around.”
“Thank you, Kai,” I said, and he squeezed my hand.
The doctor swept into the room with his white coat and a thick Indian accent.
“Everything checked out fine,” he said in the brusque way I’d become accustomed to after so many doctors. “You’ll be discharged tomorrow, provided you continue on your course of antibiotics. You need to rest and allow your body to recover for another few days. And be sure to make a follow-up appointment with your primary care physician.”
“That’s it?” I asked, still on guard. Afraid to let my defenses down. Surrounded by my fears and anxieties and doubts.
“Yes,” he said. “Meningitis is a fairly treatable condition and certainly can develop in patients who’ve experienced traumatic brain injury. You can resume normal activities as soon as you feel up to it.”
He stepped out into the hall, and my parents followed behind to ask more questions.
“Good news,” Kai said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll text Dakota. She’ll call your friends—they’re waiting to hear, too.”
“I can’t believe this happened.” My hand reluctantly released his fingers to allow him to use his phone. “The doctor made it sound like I just had the flu or something.”
“Amazing how life throws you curve balls.” His eyes flicked to mine and then away. God, he was handsome, with his dark jeans and snug white shirt that illuminated his eyes.
“I bet you ten bucks my parents try to convince me to stay home and commute to classes somewhere else this fall,” I said, my voice scratchy and unsure. Would Kai want that, too?
“I think I’d lose that bet in a heartbeat,” he said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re just going to have to convince them that you need to get back to your routine as soon as possible.”
I nodded. My parents were sure to worry and resume their vigilant check-ins.
“So now that you’re back in the land of the living, do you have any requests?” he asked, a devastating grin lifting his cheeks and overwhelming all of my senses.
Shit, how in the hell was I supposed to get over him? Returning to college would definitely be the first step. I needed distance from him as soon as possible.
“A hot shower and a toothbrush, for starters,” I said. “God, how out of it was I? I had all these wild fever dreams.”
“Yeah, like what?” He brought his ankle to his knee as if settling in for a good story.
“I don’t know. Just crazy stuff. You were in one of them.” As soon as the words were out, I wanted to take them back. But still, I needed to know. To look in his eyes when I said it out loud. “Like, we were alone and you were . . . whispering to me.”