Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
With that, I hightail it out of there, exiting the room while wishing there was something more I could do for this little girl, but it’s not like there’s a magical cure for asthma. It’s just something she’ll have to struggle with throughout her life.
Twenty minutes later, I’m utterly exhausted as I push through the door of my apartment. After dropping my shit on the ground, I trudge down the hallway before pausing at the bathroom door, glancing in and looking longingly at the shower. Letting out a sigh, I debate my need to scrub any gastro germs off me over my need to sleep, when Mel’s voice sails down the hallway. “Is that you, Gi?” she asks from her room.
“Yeah, just me,” I reply, stripping out of my clothes as I groggily make my way down past her room and into my own, already naked by the time I hit the bed, more than prepared to risk the gastro germs in my need to sleep. I’ll just be sure to change my sheets first thing in the morning.
“Did you fuck Mr. Dreamy?” she questions through the wall.
“No,” I groan.
“Frigid bitch.”
“Fuck you, whore,” I say with a yawn. “Go and nurse your STDs.”
“Mmkay,” she says before promptly falling back asleep.
Snuggling into my bed, I try to sleep, but I find myself thinking back to Sean and Georgia. I know I’ll never see them again, but I can’t help but feel torn about it.
I feel so helpless.
Every now and then, you’ll come across a patient who tears your heart out, and Georgia was one of them for me. She doesn’t deserve to suffer like this. I can only imagine how terrifying it must be for both her and Sean.
I just wish there was something more I could do for her, something that could at least put a smile on her face. But come tomorrow, she’ll have Mel looking after her in the pediatric ward, and soon enough, Dr. Richards is going to discharge her and she’ll be back to living her normal happy life.
Despite how much I want to see them again, for Georgia’s sake, I hope I don’t have to. So, somebody please tell me why the hell that hurts so bad.
Chapter 5
SEAN
What a shit night.
My arms are stiff from holding onto Georgie all night, but every time I would try to wriggle out from under her, she’d wake. Then the nurses would come in and wake her, then the doctor would come and wake her, the only person who didn’t want to poke and prod at her was Gigi.
The whole thing fucking sucked. I just want to take her home.
I’ve never been so terrified in my life. Georgie had an awful night with her asthma—the worst one so far. She had three attacks at home and after not being able to breathe properly after the third, I buckled her straight into my truck and got her ass to the hospital. But when that fourth one hit in the hospital parking lot . . . fuck.
She didn’t want to be out of my arms, so the second I strapped her into her car seat she screamed. She was so tired and exhausted, all she wanted to do was sleep.
I raced to the hospital knowing the screaming wasn’t going to be good for her lungs. We’d just pulled into the parking lot when she gasped for breath and my world stopped. I turned around, and the look of terror on her face will forever stay with me. My little girl couldn’t breathe. She kept trying, desperately needing the oxygen, grasping onto her throat as she tried to suck in a breath, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t. Her eyes were wide, and I could see her wordlessly begging me to make it stop.
I think I had parked my truck up on the curb right in front of the emergency room door. I can’t even be sure if I cut the engine or not. All I know is that I had to get my baby help.
I ripped her out of her car seat before running into the emergency room and screaming for help. Some woman, Gigi, came and took her from my arms, and I had to stop myself from holding on longer.
Gigi raced and nearly threw her down on the bed in her rush to get her breathing. She looked her over, asked a few questions that I can’t for the life of me remember, then gave her the injection that saved her life.
I could have kissed the woman right then and there. She’d saved my baby girl, and I don’t know how I’ll ever repay her. Come to think of it, I don’t even know if I said thank you to her. I was so caught up with everything that was going on with Georgie that I don’t even know if I was a pleasant human being.