Was he insane? There was no way she was going to his place. Not after all the deceptions that had been between them. She’d never trust him again, would always wonder what else he was hiding from her, would always recall that he’d wanted her to abort their baby. Because of a three to five percent chance.
Didn’t he realize that meant there was a ninety-five to ninety-seven percent chance their baby would be perfect?
“No,” she said firmly. “I’m not going to your place. Or anywhere with you for that matter.”
“You’re going to need someone to help you for a couple of weeks.” Adam crossed his arms.
“Kelly or Mona will stay with me at night. Sara—” her grandfather’s hired nurse “—will stay with me any night they can’t. I’ve already asked her about doing so, although I haven’t given her any dates as I wasn’t sure when I’d be discharged.” She glanced toward Dr Graviss to make sure he was catching this. She wanted to go home. Wished she were home in her own bed right now. That she could tend her grandfather’s roses and talk with him, tell him everything that had happened. How she wished he were here to talk to.
“Honestly, though,” she continued before she became teary, “I’d be fine on my own. Other than a trip to the bathroom, I shouldn’t have any reason to be out of bed during the night and if I needed someone during the day, I have a phone.”
“You need someone with you in case of an emergency. What if your house caught fire and you couldn’t get out?”
“Ever the optimist,” she accused with another strong dose of sarcasm. “But if that happened, you could count it as your lucky day. You wouldn’t have anything to worry about any more, would you?”
His face paled and remorse hit her.
“OK, that’s enough, you two,” Dr Graviss interrupted, looking disgusted at them both. “Adam, it’s time to go.”
He appeared ready to argue, but Dr Graviss stood his ground.
Adam didn’t look at her, just sounded resigned. “Fine, I’ll go, but I’ll be by in the morning to pick you up.”
“I’m not going with you, Adam,” she tossed out as the door closed behind him.
Like she’d go anywhere with someone who’d trusted her so little, who’d deceived her so greatly, who’d thought she’d toss aside their baby.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“YOU’RE manipulating me, Dr Graviss. That has to be unethical,” Liz accused the following morning when Dr Graviss refused to discharge her unless she let Adam drive her home.
“And it wouldn’t be unethical to discharge someone who has no way of getting home?” he asked, arching a brow.
“I have a way to get home,” she insisted.
“Not until Mona and Kelly finish their shifts.”
“Kelly’s already asked the charge nurse if she can take me home during her lunch-break.”
“You know she’s not supposed to leave the hospital while on duty,” Dr Graviss reminded her.
“You’re just doing this because Adam is your friend.”
Dr Graviss shrugged. “You’re my friend, too, Liz. And my patient. I have to do what’s best for you. If you want to go home this morning, Adam is your ride.”
“I’ll call a taxi.”
“I’m not going to release my patient to a taxi driver.”
“You can’t do this,” she accused.
“Actually, I can.”
“Why would you want to? You’re the one who forbade Adam from coming anywhere near me. Why would you try to force us together now?”
“BecauseAdam was in a place where he couldn’t see straight, and every time he was with you he dug a deeper hole, pushed you further away, even though it was the last thing he wanted. He needed some time to come to terms with what was happening to him. You needed time to heal without a stressful confrontation. You’re pregnant and were in a serious car crash. The last thing you needed was a major blow-up between you and Adam.”
“You think that’s not what’s going to happen if he drives me home today?”