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)
While we wait, I take my chance to pull her into my arms, burying my face into her hair as she glues herself to my chest. “I don’t know what I would have done without you,” I whisper as she cries silent tears that soak into my shirt.
The doctor finally comes in and checks her over before demanding she stays for observation, and at this point, I’ll sell my fucking house and move in permanently. We discuss her long-term asthma plan as it’s clearly not working for her anymore, but the thought of putting her on stronger medication kills me, but if it means it will save her life then I’ll take it.
My little girl is never going to have a normal life.
She’s going to be battling this until her final days, in and out of doctor’s offices and seeking out the best specialists in the country. It will get easier as she grows and will be able to recognize the symptoms, but for now, I have to do everything in my power to be there for her as much as humanly possible.
The doctor says we’ll discuss the options once he’s assessed her after the twenty-four-hour observation period, and with that, he’s out the door. A nurse comes waltzing in and within minutes, we’re transferred up to the pediatric ward, and once Georgie is comfortable, she’s attached to a monitor that will keep track of her breathing. I watch as the nurse double-checks the stock in the room for all asthma medications and feel reassured by her attention to detail.
After leaving my phone at home, I haven’t got much in the way of entertainment, so I climb into the bed beside Georgie and turn on the tiny television in the corner of the room. I turn the volume down so she can get some proper rest and make myself at home, knowing I won’t get a wink of sleep tonight.
After one of the longest nights of my life, the sun finally shines through the window of Georgie’s hospital room. With the morning comes the nurses’ shift change, and I’m surprised when Gigi’s best friend, Mel, comes waltzing in with a wide smile.
She takes one look at Georgie before turning to me with wide eyes. “Oh, hi,” she says, a little surprised to see me here.
I give her a tight smile as she walks deeper into the room and checks Georgie’s chart. “Hey, Mel. How are you?” I question, feeling as though my eyes are falling out of my head.
The sound of my voice has Georgie stirring in her bed. “I’m good,” she says. “Yourself?”
“Could be better,” I say as she puts the chart back and comes around to Georgie’s side to check her monitor.
“I bet,” she murmurs before looking down at Georgie. “And how are you, sweet cheeks?”
“Goowd,” she says with a beaming smile. “I went in ambuwance.”
“Oh, really?” Mel gasps, making Georgie smile wide and nod her head. Mel looks back up at me with furrowed eyebrows. “Gi didn’t mention you were taking up residence in my ward.”
“Yeah, no,” I say. “It was a rush getting out of the house, I left my phone at home. Hell, I left my whole fucking house wide open. I haven’t been able to call my family or Gigi. I’ll have to call my secretary at some point, too.”
“Oh, here,” she says, digging into her pocket and pulling out her phone. She launches it across the bed, and I pluck it out of the air. “Just make sure you give it back. There is shit in there that nobody needs to see!”
“Are you sure?” I question, shaking my head, not wanting to even imagine what kind of shit she has on her phone. If she’s the kind of girl to keep Tom interested, then she must be down for some nasty shit.
“Yeah,” she says.
“Is this because you’re still seeing Tom and you want to be placed firmly in my good book?”
“No,” she says, a slight blush coming over her cheeks. “I don’t need to get in your good book. I’m already there.”
“Really?” I question. “How so?”
“I’m the woman looking after your little girl today, and I’m in charge of your discharge papers. Not to mention, you’ve been dating my best friend for the past two weeks. So technically, you should be busting your balls to get into my good book,” she gives me a wide smile before waltzing out of the room, and I can’t fault her. She’s right.
Not wanting to hold onto Mel’s phone any longer than necessary, I get on with it and try to remember Cassie’s number. It rings twice before my sister’s voice comes through the line. “Hello,” she answers with a question in her tone.
“Cass, it’s me,” I say.
“Oh, what’s up? Where’s your phone?”
“At home,” I grunt. “Listen, Georgie’s in the hospital again,” I start. She gasps but I cut off her question. “We’re here for the day. Do you reckon you guys could drop off some clothes, maybe lock my fucking door behind you?”