What if he doesn’t want to see me now? What if he’s angry and he tells me I have no business visiting him?
What if he hates me for what I let happen?
Wiping my sweaty palms on my scrub pants, I step off the elevator and peer around the corner, looking for Reed or anyone else who might question my reason for being on this floor.
It’s Monday, so everyone should be working, but I’m still cautious. I need to be.
The hallway is clear of anyone besides hospital workers filtering in and out of rooms. Feeling good about that, I round the corner and start moving.
I just want to tell CJ how sorry I am. And I really want to make sure he’s going to be okay. I know his surgery went well, and Beth told me yesterday CJ seems to be making a steady recovery, but I want to see it for myself.
I need to see it for myself. I need to get the image of him lying in a pool of blood out of my head.
Deep voices stop me just before I reach CJ’s room. I plaster myself against the wall and listen, head turned toward the door. I recognize one of the voices as Ben.
“You pulled this shit on purpose. Don’t lie,” he laughs. “I saw the nurses that are coming in here.”
“For real. How many times has that one asked if you need your linens changed?” Luke’s voice filters out into the hallway next.
I pinch my eyes shut.
Crap.
What if they see me? They could easily tell Reed I was lurking outside CJ’s room. And that’ll just stir up suspicions.
Although . . .
I look down at myself.
My uniform. Yes. I can just say I’m here for clinical, which I am, just not entirely. I’ll only be half-lying. I can pull off a half-lie. No problem.
Of course, they are cops. Human lie detectors. This could totally backfire on me.
Can I be thrown in jail for lying to the police?
Maybe I’ll just try and see CJ on my lunch break . . .
“Later, man,” Ben calls out, his voice louder as if he’s closer to the door. Closer to me. “We’ll drop by tomorrow.”
“Or you can save us the hassle and quit fakin’. This visiting you shit is getting old,” Luke throws out, his voice equally as loud as Ben’s.
My head whips left and then right. I realize my best move here is to flee the scene so I don’t risk jail time, but I unfortunately realize this a second too late.
Ben backs out of the room, turns his head and looks down at me. His eyes are assessing. He’s dressed in his uniform.
So is Luke, who does the same, stepping out and following Ben’s gaze.
Busted.
Body still plastered to the wall, I blink up at them. My panic filled eyes jump between their faces.
I watch Ben smile, that all knowing kind of smile that tells me he’s connected the dots. He knows I’ve had sex with CJ. Why else would I be here? That or his wife has been blabbing and finally shared the news of my wedding weekend walk of shame. Thanks a lot, Mia. I swallow thickly, then I look to Luke.
Brow furrowed. Mouth tight. Eyes narrowing and dissecting.
Luke has no idea I’ve had sex with CJ. He’s wondering what I’m doing here, since I obviously don’t belong. I’m reading that loud and clear.
I push off from the wall and turn to face them both. “Hi,” I greet them softly, looking to the doorway and then back into their faces. I clear my throat. “I was just, uh, getting my steps in before my rotation starts.” I hold my wrist up and show them my FitBit. “And I heard your voices. I had no idea this was CJ’s room. Some coincidence, huh?” Laughter catches in my throat.
Ben’s eyebrows raise.
“This is my favorite floor to walk on. It smells the best,” I quickly add, wincing when I hear how ridiculous that sounds.
It smells the best?
Shut up, Riley!
Keeping his smile and pairing it with the laughter he’s holding in, Ben turns to Luke. “You ready?” he asks.
Smirking now, most likely due to my terrible lying I’m certain neither one of them are buying, Luke’s eyes leave mine. He gives Ben a silent nod, then the two of them move past me and head down the hallway. I watch them disappear around the corner. They never look back.
Maybe they’re going to pretend they didn’t see me here? That would be seriously cool.
I should make a donation to the Ruxton Police Department. Of course, you need money to make a donation and I don’t exactly have any . . .
“Are you coming in today, or what?” CJ calls out from inside the room, spinning me back around and startling me.
My eyes widen. I feel my cheeks warm.
He knows I’ve been here.
I slow my breaths as I step up to the doorway and fill it, peering inside CJ’s room for the first time. I look over at him.
He’s sitting up in bed, hospital gown on, sheets bunched up around his waist and tucked under his injured leg for easy examination. White bandages wrap around his ankle and halfway up his calf. It looks swollen. Parts of the bandage are stained brown.
My stomach clenches when I think about how much blood he lost. I know there were cuts on his back too. He was bleeding from those as well. He seemed to be bleeding from everywhere.
God, how many stitches did he need?
“Hey.”
I lift my gaze after CJ speaks. He’s staring at me, bright blue eyes looking alert but with shadows under them. Dark smudges revealing his exhaustion. Behind an overgrown beard that’s a shade darker than his golden auburn hair, the corner of his mouth is lifted.
“Come here,” he says. His voice is rough. He sounds tired.
I wonder how much pain he’s in. Maybe he isn’t sleeping well.
“Are you comfortable right now? Are they giving you anything?” I ask, hooking my thumb behind me as I keep my spot in the doorway. “You can ask them for something stronger. If what they have you on isn’t working, they need to give you something else. I can ask them.” I drop my hand and begin to pivot around. “Let me ask them . . .”
“Riley.”
CJ’s voice halts me. I stop mid-turn and look back at him, meeting his eyes.
“Come here,” he repeats, a little firmer this time. His mouth is tight now.
I exhale a breath, then I step into the room and move around the bed so I’m on his non-injured side. I take a seat in the chair pulled up to the bedside and knot my fingers together in my lap.
The monitor CJ is hooked up to beeps when he shifts back and sits up taller. I follow the tubing coming from his IV bag to the needle going into his arm.
What if he hates me for what I let happen?
Wiping my sweaty palms on my scrub pants, I step off the elevator and peer around the corner, looking for Reed or anyone else who might question my reason for being on this floor.
It’s Monday, so everyone should be working, but I’m still cautious. I need to be.
The hallway is clear of anyone besides hospital workers filtering in and out of rooms. Feeling good about that, I round the corner and start moving.
I just want to tell CJ how sorry I am. And I really want to make sure he’s going to be okay. I know his surgery went well, and Beth told me yesterday CJ seems to be making a steady recovery, but I want to see it for myself.
I need to see it for myself. I need to get the image of him lying in a pool of blood out of my head.
Deep voices stop me just before I reach CJ’s room. I plaster myself against the wall and listen, head turned toward the door. I recognize one of the voices as Ben.
“You pulled this shit on purpose. Don’t lie,” he laughs. “I saw the nurses that are coming in here.”
“For real. How many times has that one asked if you need your linens changed?” Luke’s voice filters out into the hallway next.
I pinch my eyes shut.
Crap.
What if they see me? They could easily tell Reed I was lurking outside CJ’s room. And that’ll just stir up suspicions.
Although . . .
I look down at myself.
My uniform. Yes. I can just say I’m here for clinical, which I am, just not entirely. I’ll only be half-lying. I can pull off a half-lie. No problem.
Of course, they are cops. Human lie detectors. This could totally backfire on me.
Can I be thrown in jail for lying to the police?
Maybe I’ll just try and see CJ on my lunch break . . .
“Later, man,” Ben calls out, his voice louder as if he’s closer to the door. Closer to me. “We’ll drop by tomorrow.”
“Or you can save us the hassle and quit fakin’. This visiting you shit is getting old,” Luke throws out, his voice equally as loud as Ben’s.
My head whips left and then right. I realize my best move here is to flee the scene so I don’t risk jail time, but I unfortunately realize this a second too late.
Ben backs out of the room, turns his head and looks down at me. His eyes are assessing. He’s dressed in his uniform.
So is Luke, who does the same, stepping out and following Ben’s gaze.
Busted.
Body still plastered to the wall, I blink up at them. My panic filled eyes jump between their faces.
I watch Ben smile, that all knowing kind of smile that tells me he’s connected the dots. He knows I’ve had sex with CJ. Why else would I be here? That or his wife has been blabbing and finally shared the news of my wedding weekend walk of shame. Thanks a lot, Mia. I swallow thickly, then I look to Luke.
Brow furrowed. Mouth tight. Eyes narrowing and dissecting.
Luke has no idea I’ve had sex with CJ. He’s wondering what I’m doing here, since I obviously don’t belong. I’m reading that loud and clear.
I push off from the wall and turn to face them both. “Hi,” I greet them softly, looking to the doorway and then back into their faces. I clear my throat. “I was just, uh, getting my steps in before my rotation starts.” I hold my wrist up and show them my FitBit. “And I heard your voices. I had no idea this was CJ’s room. Some coincidence, huh?” Laughter catches in my throat.
Ben’s eyebrows raise.
“This is my favorite floor to walk on. It smells the best,” I quickly add, wincing when I hear how ridiculous that sounds.
It smells the best?
Shut up, Riley!
Keeping his smile and pairing it with the laughter he’s holding in, Ben turns to Luke. “You ready?” he asks.
Smirking now, most likely due to my terrible lying I’m certain neither one of them are buying, Luke’s eyes leave mine. He gives Ben a silent nod, then the two of them move past me and head down the hallway. I watch them disappear around the corner. They never look back.
Maybe they’re going to pretend they didn’t see me here? That would be seriously cool.
I should make a donation to the Ruxton Police Department. Of course, you need money to make a donation and I don’t exactly have any . . .
“Are you coming in today, or what?” CJ calls out from inside the room, spinning me back around and startling me.
My eyes widen. I feel my cheeks warm.
He knows I’ve been here.
I slow my breaths as I step up to the doorway and fill it, peering inside CJ’s room for the first time. I look over at him.
He’s sitting up in bed, hospital gown on, sheets bunched up around his waist and tucked under his injured leg for easy examination. White bandages wrap around his ankle and halfway up his calf. It looks swollen. Parts of the bandage are stained brown.
My stomach clenches when I think about how much blood he lost. I know there were cuts on his back too. He was bleeding from those as well. He seemed to be bleeding from everywhere.
God, how many stitches did he need?
“Hey.”
I lift my gaze after CJ speaks. He’s staring at me, bright blue eyes looking alert but with shadows under them. Dark smudges revealing his exhaustion. Behind an overgrown beard that’s a shade darker than his golden auburn hair, the corner of his mouth is lifted.
“Come here,” he says. His voice is rough. He sounds tired.
I wonder how much pain he’s in. Maybe he isn’t sleeping well.
“Are you comfortable right now? Are they giving you anything?” I ask, hooking my thumb behind me as I keep my spot in the doorway. “You can ask them for something stronger. If what they have you on isn’t working, they need to give you something else. I can ask them.” I drop my hand and begin to pivot around. “Let me ask them . . .”
“Riley.”
CJ’s voice halts me. I stop mid-turn and look back at him, meeting his eyes.
“Come here,” he repeats, a little firmer this time. His mouth is tight now.
I exhale a breath, then I step into the room and move around the bed so I’m on his non-injured side. I take a seat in the chair pulled up to the bedside and knot my fingers together in my lap.
The monitor CJ is hooked up to beeps when he shifts back and sits up taller. I follow the tubing coming from his IV bag to the needle going into his arm.
