Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (e novels to read txt) 📕

“I want to see you again when you come back from your road trip!” he yelled as I walked out the

door.

Chapter 9

Shit, look at the time, and where is Denny? I paced back and forth in my office looking at my watch.

Just as I was about to head out of the building, my phone rang, and it was Denny.

“Denny, where the hell are you, man?!” I yelled.

“Connor, I apologize, but I had to drive Ellery to the hospital,” he said calmly.

“What, what do you mean?!” I asked in a panic.

“She said she fainted at home and hit her head. I saw her on the street, trying to hail a cab with her

hand over her eye, and I stopped. Connor, the cut is pretty bad.”

I can’t even explain what I was feeling at that moment. I was worried sick about her. I felt this

overwhelming need to rush to her side and comfort her. I flew out of my office and told Valerie to

reschedule my meeting. Ellery was more important.

I climbed in the back of the limo and told Denny to hurry up and drive me to the hospital. I saw the

blood soaked towel on the front seat, and I instantly felt sick.

“Please tell me she’s ok, Denny.” I said with a worried tone.

“She’s going to be fine, Connor, just relax. She needs a few stitches, and she’ll be alright.”

I sat there in silence as the trip to the hospital seemed to take forever. When Denny finally pulled

up, I got out and ran to the reception desk, asking where Ellery was. The receptionist directed me

down the hall and to the last room on the right. I took in a deep breath, and as I opened the curtain,

Ellery looked at me. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. I walked over to her and asked her what

happened as I gently stroked the area above her cut. My heart ached, seeing her sitting there and

bleeding. She put her hand on my arm and told me that she was fine. Maybe I was making a bigger

deal out of it than it was, but it upset me to see her hurt and in pain. I met Ellery’s friend, Peyton, and

she told me that she had heard a lot about me. I was surprised to hear that Ellery had talked about me.

Dr. Beckett came in, and I immediately grabbed Ellery’s hand and rubbed it softly with my thumb

as he put four stitches above her eye. Her skin was soft, and it felt good to touch it. I wondered if the

rest of her skin was as soft, and I wanted to find out. When Dr. Beckett was finished, he told Ellery

that someone needed to stay with her tonight and monitor her for a concussion. Peyton tried to say she

was staying with her, but I already made the decision that Ellery was staying with me. There was no

way I was leaving her side tonight. Peyton didn’t seem too thrilled with the idea. She mentioned

something about a girl’s night, and when Ellery turned her down, she looked disappointed. I was

surprised by Ellery’s decision, but we were leaving in the morning, and she probably figured it

would be easier if she stayed with me.

As soon as Peyton left, I helped Ellery from the bed. I couldn’t help but still be worried about her.

“Why would you pass out like that? Is there something wrong?” I asked.

“I just took too hot of a bath,” she said as she grabbed her purse.

“You need to be more careful,” I told her as I lightly took her arm, and we walked out of the room.

She lightly smiled at me and briefly put her head on my shoulder. We were walking down the hall

when a doctor, who Ellery seemed to know, stopped us. A worried look took over her face, and she

seemed nervous. He asked her what happened and then ask how she was feeling. She told him she

tripped over something in the hallway and that she was feeling well. She seemed like she was in a

hurry to end their conversation. I asked her who he was, and she said she saw him a couple of months

ago for a bad cold. She seemed agitated that I was asking questions, and I felt something wasn’t right.

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I took her back to her apartment so she can pack what she needed for our trip to Michigan. I

couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something that she wasn’t telling me. I kept thinking about

how she told that doctor that she’d tripped over something in the hallway instead of just telling him

the truth. I walked to her bedroom and stood in the doorway with my arm up on the door frame. She

didn’t see me at first as I stood there and watched her pack. I could stare at that beautiful woman all

day. She looked up and smiled at me.

“Why did you lie to that doctor and told him you tripped over something in the hallway?” I asked.

“I don’t