“Gabe…” Saylor repeated my name a few times. I looked down at my hand and tried to find words, but nothing would come.
“Gabe…” She grabbed my arm and walked me out the back doors to the outside “Is she sick?”
“Pneumonia.” My voice cracked.
Saylor’s hand didn’t leave my arm. “I’m sorry, Gabe. That’s… horrible, I know—”
“You don’t know anything.” I sneered, lashing out because I needed to hurt her like I was hurting, because I was losing my mind, because I was losing the girl I used to love and it was my fault all over again.
“Don’t yell at me.” Saylor squeezed my arm and pushed me away, releasing my arm in the process. “I’m only try
ing to help. I know she’s important to you. She’s family? Like your sister?”
I let out a harsh laugh and threw my hands in the air. “My sister? Is that what you think?”
Eyes wide, Saylor nodded quickly.
“Wrong.” I scoffed and stalked toward her until I towered over her body. “She was my fiancée.”
Swearing, I walked back into the building and slammed the door behind me. I was going to puke.
I barely made it to the bathroom in time before all the contents of my stomach made their way into the toilet.
I puked until I was doing nothing but dry heaving, then washed my mouth out with water and made my way to Martha’s office.
She was sitting demurely at her desk, sipping coffee, and looking over paperwork.
“She’s coughing up blood, Martha.”
The coffee cup paused mid-air to her lips. “Yes, we didn’t want to worry you.”
“Worry me?” My voice raised. “Worry me?”
“Gabe, sit down.”
“No.” I swore and slammed the door shut so nobody would hear us. “If she’s sick we need to get a better doctor.”
Martha’s smile was kind. “Thanks to you we have the best money can buy. It’s not that the doctor isn’t skilled.”
Dread filled my body as the clock ticked on the wall, as if waiting for the perfect time to go off. “I’m afraid the infection is worse than before. She’s stopped responding to antibiotics.”
“But you said—”
“Gabe.” Martha sighed. “You look exhausted. Go home, get some rest. I’ll keep you updated when I know more. As of right now, the doctor is still extremely optimistic that she’ll pull through.”
“But if she’s stopped—”
“Gabe.” Martha’s voice was more stern this time. “She’s a strong girl. Go home.”
With a nod, I opened the door and stepped through then slammed it behind me, noticing the crazed looks I was receiving from staff members as my feet pounded against the tile floor.
When I reached the parking lot, Saylor was waiting by her car.
Hell, that’s just what I needed. More tears to make up for.
When I approached her, she opened the passenger side door. “Get in.”
“I brought my bike and—”