Rich doesn’t say a word as he pulls up at the entrance; he only nods toward the door. I rush out and straight inside.
I don’t recognize anyone, but as I get closer to the reception desk, I spot Coach off to one side.
“Where is he?” I ask before I’ve even reached him.
He shakes his head. “The paramedics thought he was drugged.” He shakes his head. “They took him through there,” he points, “and they won’t tell me anything.”
“Who do I need to talk to?”
“Anyone I guess. I don’t know.”
Feeling my heart pound in my chest, I approach a nurse who is writing on a large whiteboard. She stops and looks at me. “Can you please find out where my fiancé is, Blake Kelly? The paramedics brought him in a while ago.”
“I’ll go and find out for you.” She disappears through some double doors, and maybe five minutes later she walks back out with a doctor trailing behind her.
“Blake Kelly’s fiancée?” he enquires.
“Yes. Please tell me how he is?” I wrap my arms around my waist hoping the man I love is going to be okay.
“She’s not his fiancée,” a mean voice says from behind.
I sharply turn and blink at the woman, wondering where I’ve seen her before, then it clicks. The ice bunnies that I’d witnessed eyeing up Blake that time when I’d stopped in to see him.
“And you are?” the doctor asks.
Feeling my anger rising, I turn to the doctor. “It doesn’t matter who she is. I’m his fiancée and we live together. You only have to check both of our driving licenses to conclude that as fact. Now, I haven’t dashed all the way from Boston to discuss this, I want to know how Blake is and I want to see him.” I face the doctor and glare until a wry smile appears on his face.
He nods. “Come this way. I didn’t catch your name.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he hasn’t asked, but instead, I reply, “Violet Flowers.”
“Well, Miss Flowers, your fiancé is going to be okay. He was drugged with rohypnol, a rather a high dose at that. The paramedics grabbed the opened bottle of water from his room so I’ve sent that for testing. Blake is in and out of sleep, but other than a headache, he’ll be okay.”
“When can I take him home?” I ask, and then I frown and look back toward the waiting area. “You said he’d been drugged?”
The doctor nods.
“I’m presuming the police are involved?”
“They are.”
“Ask them to talk to the blonde who interrupted us. I have a funny feeling about her.” I hold the doctors gaze.
“The officers are still around here somewhere so I’ll go and find them.” He smiles. “He’s in the room behind you.” With that the doctor disappears.
Shoving into Blake’s room, he’s sleeping on the bed, but his eyes drift open and the relief on his face when he sees me has me in tears.
My grief floods my eyes as I dash toward him and after I’ve dropped my shoes and jacket to the floor, I climb into the bed with him, and curl into his waiting arms.
His arms clench tightly around me and he just holds me while I cry, and a little while later, I realize that he is crying too. I cup his face and brush a soft kiss across his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was earlier today.”
“It scared me too, babe. Does anyone know what happened?”
“The doctor says you were drugged. You know that much right?”
Blake nods.
“They think it was the water in your room,” I suggest.