Parker and Cooper sit on the two chairs by the table with Patrick.
“I’m okay, Matthew,” I say quietly. He doesn’t say anything to me, only looks at me with his eyes almost glossy.
“Just don’t, okay,” he says to me then averts his gaze.
I just nod at him.
Within fifteen minutes, the flight attendant comes out and has some soup for me. I sit up and eat it, my stomach feeling so much better.
“I feel so much better,” I say loudly, hoping someone will be
listening.
Parker looks up from her phone and smiles at me.
The wheels touch down and we are coming to a stop. I turn to put my feet on the floor to get up only to be stopped by my father, who puts his hand on my shoulder.
“Honey.” He smiles at me, putting my face in the palm of his hand.
“Do me a favor. Just let him take care of you.”
I turn to Matthew, who is bending over to carry me out of the airplane.
“You know this is ridiculous and I’m perfectly okay. Patrick, tell them my vitals are normal,” I say over Matthew’s shoulder.
Walking down the steps of the airplane, I take in the two blacked out SUVs with an ambulance waiting for us. “Are you for real? This is so pushing the limit, Matthew, even for you.” I don’t say anything else because I hear squealing and see Vivienne running from one of the SUVs.
“Oh, Mon Dieu,” she says, coming to me, her face shielded with worry. “I was so worried when Matthew texted me.”
I glare at Matthew and then back at Vivienne. “I’m fine. I fainted.”
He walks us to the ambulance where he places me on the gurney they have waiting.
“In all my life I’ve never wanted to kill you more than I do right in this minute, Matthew Grant. Parker!” I yell, turning my head to her. “Please tell him.”
But she walks up to me, grabbing my hand. “Honey, just do as he says and then we can scold him after.”
Matthew is smiling next to Cooper, who has his arms crossed over his chest.
“I have never,” I say under my breath. “I can’t even tell you.” I look at my father. “And you.” I point to him. “I quit.” Then I look back at Matthew. “You move out of the house.” I don’t have time to say anything else. Instead, I’m loaded in the ambulance with Matthew getting in with me. I see Vivienne standing next to my father, who has a hand around her shoulders, and Parker is being hugged by Cooper, all of them waving at me. “After this I’m not talking to you, FYI.” I almost pout.
The technician is now taking my blood pressure. “It’s a touch high, but that’s to be expectant after a trauma.”
“A trauma? I fainted. There was no trauma.” I can’t say anything else because he slaps the back of the box, giving the driver the signal to start driving. The sirens go on and I glare at Matthew. “Ridiculous.”
We get to the hospital with a nurse opening the back of the cab while Matthew steps out and she waits for the EMT to pull out the gurney. “Female fainted, sick for the last couple of weeks, might be dehydrated. Blood pressure was a tad high.”
“If you check me now I might be skyrocketing,” I mumble to the nurse, who just smiles at me. They place me in a room right away, where she takes my blood pressure and smiles.
“Just a tad high. You can wait outside while I take her blood,” she tells Matthew.
Matthew stands in the corner, his legs open, his arms crossing over his chest. “I don’t leave her side.”
She smiles at me while I roll my eyes. “Can I call security on him?” I ask her while she flashes a light in my eyes. “I fainted, because I was hungry.”
“The doctor will be right in. I’m going to need a sample of urine.” She puts the cup in my hand. “Let me get a wheelchair.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. I can walk.” I throw my legs over the bed, blocked by Matthew. “Ugh, fine, he can carry me. But I swear to God, Matthew, if you don’t leave me alone in that bathroom while I pee I will cut you in your sleep.”
I go to the bathroom where he places me on the floor and steps out. I finish peeing and stand up, my legs a little shaky, so I hold on to the wall, but I don’t say anything. The door opens as soon as I flush.
“You done?” he asks, picking me up and grabbing the container in my hand.
“Matthew, I didn’t even wash it off. I peed on that.”
His grunt is infuriating.
The next person through the doors is the doctor, who is tall, with blue eyes and black hair. He is in scrubs and come a couple of months ago he would be my type of person. “Hi there. I’m Dr. Founder.” He smiles while he looks over the chart. “So you’ve had fainting spells?” he asks, coming to me.