Finn

On this note, I crumble, my hands flying to my face. My wails fill the room, and arms, hands, and voices try to calm me.

I cry hard, not caring that I’m making a scene. Knowing that this man, this selfless, beautiful man, saved a young life rocks me to my core.

Finally, I start to calm, the overwhelming need to see him taking over. Someone shoves a tissue in my line of vision; I wipe my face until I get my br

eathing under control.

“When can we see him?”

“The doctor said we could go in a few at a time. Would you like to go in with Tim and me?” Evelyn gives me a watery smile that seems forced.

“No, I’ll wait.”

Dad sits in the seat vacated by Evelyn and hesitates before speaking. “You going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“He’s a strong, healthy young man. They expect a full recovery. He’s seen a lot in his young life. He’ll bounce back. My concern is you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Finn made a snap decision that is ingrained in his blood. He’s always going to be a protector, knowing the risks. But you, you’re not a risk taker. I’ve spent the last few hours with you, terrified out of your mind. Even now, we know he’s okay, but there’s fear searing off your body. I’ve witnessed this fear before. Don’t let it consume you, Presley. Talk to me before you let any apprehension decide your fate.”

“Dad, I’m not following. It’s been an exhausting and petrifying few hours. Can we save the life lessons until my mind can comprehend your abyss of wisdom?”

His lips twitch, and he leans in to kiss my forehead. “You got it. I’m going to look into some hotel rooms.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

The clock on the wall ticks by at a snail’s pace as I watch each excruciating second pass. Finally, Evelyn and Tim walk back in. Her cheeks have regained some color, and her swollen eyes have a light shine.

“He woke up for a few minutes, remembers everything. Asked about the little girl and the rest of the team. Then he asked about you, Presley.” She points over her shoulder. “He’s eager to see you.”

I jump up and rush out, squeezing her hand as I pass. When I get to his room, I peek through the window and almost break down again at the sight. He’s watching for me, and our eyes lock instantly, his piercing into mine. My hand trembles as I open the door.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he tells me when I stop a few feet from him.

“I find that virtually impossible, since I don’t even know what I’m thinking.”

“Then come closer.”

I go to him and sit where he pats the edge of the small bed.

“Can I get you anything?”

He shakes his head.

“You scared the shit out of us. I’ve never been so frightened in my whole life. I think my heart stopped beating for a few seconds,” I admit on a whisper.

His hand covers mine, and I almost cry at the warmth of his touch. My fingers rub over his wrist, stopping when they find his pulse.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why’d you do it? What were you thinking?”

“Robbie and I saw that little girl, and my instincts kicked in. It was a split second decision.”

I search his face and know he’s holding something back. “What else?”