A Five-Minute Life
Her eyes fluttered. “Jimmy?”
I brushed the hair from her face. “Shhh. Rest now, baby.”
She fell back to sleep. “Now what happens?” I asked Dr. Chen.
“Now you leave.”
Delia stood at the door, her eyes soft when they took in her sister on the bed but glinting coldly when she trained them on me. A man stood behind her—thin, hawkish nose, and with a gentleness that made Delia look even more rigid. Roger Nye, I guessed.
She and I stared each other down.
Inhale. Exhale.
“I want to be with her as much as possible,” I said slowly. “Before she goes away again. And after—”
“I think you’ve been with her quite enough. You’re done here.”
My fists and jaw clenched. “That’s not what she wants and you know it.”
“Ms. Hughes,” Rita said softly. “Don’t do this. They’re together.”
Delia’s jaw clenched. “I’ll bet.”
“I promised to visit her every day,” I said. “That’s partly why she agreed to stop taking the medication.”
“She never would’ve risked her life over it in the first place, if you hadn’t taken her away.”
“She wanted to go,” I said. “She would have gone without me—”
“Can we please take this conversation outside?” Dr. Chen said, ushering us into the hallway. I could hardly stand to leave Thea’s side, but I had to make Delia understand without losing my shit or she’d ban me forever.
“Now let’s have a friendly discussion,” Roger said.
“She broke out of Blue Ridge with your help,” Delia said, ignoring him. “She has a tattoo that she’s not going to understand when the medication wears off.”
“So fucking what?” I hissed. “She’s a grown woman who can get a tattoo if she wants one.” I sucked in a breath to fight for calm. “We kept in contact. We knew you were worried about her—”
“Don’t tell me how I was feeling about my sister. You have no idea how much I love her.”
“I love her too,” I whisper-shouted. “You’re not the only one who loves her, who would fucking die for her. Who wants to protect her—”
“Protect her? You took her away from the safety of medical professionals so you could sleep with her. You took advantage of what she thought she felt for you—a big, strong man willing to rescue her from her prison.”
My fingers tore through my hair. “You’re out of your goddamned mind. You never listened to her. You can’t hear her. You never could. Or worse, you fucking could and chose not to.”
Delia’s eyes flared again, and a heavy anchor of dread sank to the bottom of my stomach. I’d fucked up.
“I’ve listened to you for the last time. Go. Get out of this hospital or I’ll have you arrested.”
Fuck me to fucking hell.
“Delia, wait. I’m sorry.”
“Get. Out.”
Two hospital security guards talking down the hallway looked up and grew curious. They started toward us from one direction, and then, like an ancient apparition, Alonzo Waters was at my side.