Defiant Heir (The Heirs #3) - Michelle Heard Page 0,71
once Fallon is better.
When Fallon parks the car outside the hospital, she lets out a heavy breath. “Ugh, I’m so nervous. I feel nauseous.”
“You’ll be fine,” Hana says before she climbs out of the vehicle.
It’s a process of checking Fallon into the hospital, and when we finally get shown to a private room, Hana says, “I’m going to get us some coffee.” She rushes out of the room, probably to give us some privacy.
I bring my hands to Fallon’s face and framing her cheeks, I stare deep into her eyes. “Who loves you?”
She begins to grin as she looks up at me. “You.”
“And who am I?”
Her grin widens into a smile, “Mine.”
“Damn right,” I chuckle, then growing serious, I say. “You’re going to be fine. Okay? Dr. Menard is the best.”
Fallon nods, looking a little less tense.
I lean down, and moving my left hand out of the way, I press kisses to her scars. A nurse comes in, and I pull back so she can take Fallon’s vitals. Once she’s done, the nurse says, “Dr. Menard has been notified that you’re here. He’ll be with you shortly.”
Once the nurse leaves, Fallon sits down on the bed.
When Hana comes back into the room, she hands me a coffee.
“Thanks.”
Hana takes a sip of her own, then her eyes lock on mine.
“What?”
A smile tugs at Hana’s lips. “Thanks, Kao.”
Frowning, I ask, “For?”
“Being the man Fallon deserves.”
A grin spreads over my face. Before I can think of something to say, Fallon chuckles. “Yeah, he’s the best, isn’t he?” Then she glares at our coffees. “So unfair that I can’t have any.”
“Sorry, but I’ll turn into a serial killer if I don’t get caffeine in,” Hana jokes.
Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes comes in. They hug Fallon and greet us before Mr. Reyes asks, “Has Dr. Menard been to see you?”
“The nurse said he’ll be here soon,” Fallon answers.
Fallon sits down on the bed but shoots back up when Dr. Menard comes in.
He first greets everyone, then turns to Fallon, “How’s my patient today? Nervous?”
“A minute away from a nervous breakdown,” Fallon admits. “It’s good to see you again, Doctor.”
“Don’t worry,” Dr. Menard says, a reassuring smile on his face. “When I’m done, you’ll be good as new. Sit so I can take a look.”
I move closer and watch as he inspects the scars. “I’ll be able to remove most of them.” His finger traces over the scar stretching from Fallon’s ear to her neck. “This sucker might be a bit tricky. You might be left with a faint scar, but we can treat it afterward.”
A hopeful expression crosses Fallon’s features. “So there’s a chance I won’t be left with any scars?”
Dr. Menard gives her a comforting look. “I’ll do my best.” He checks the time. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes. Okay?” Giving her shoulder a squeeze, he smiles. “Try not to worry too much.”
“Okay.” Fallon lets out a deep breath.
When Dr. Menard leaves, I grin at Fallon. “Do you feel better?”
She nods. “He seems confident, right?”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll remove all the scars,” I reassure her.
“God, I hope so,” she breathes.
“Kao’s right,” Mr. Reyes agrees. He gives Fallon’s arm a squeeze. “This will all be over soon.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
I go to sit down next to Fallon and take hold of her hand. Leaning over, I press a kiss to her temple.
Mr. Reyes' eyes lock with mine, and I see the questions in them. I’ll need to make an appointment to see him to explain I’m dating his daughter.
Hopefully, he won’t kill me.
Turning my focus back to Fallon, I try to remain positive for her. God, I don’t know what I’ll do if Dr. Menard is unable to remove all the scars. Fallon won’t handle it well.
Whatever happens, I’ll be there for her.
Chapter 27
FALLON
Coming to, I feel groggy and nauseous. I let out a confused groan.
“Hey, beautiful,” I hear Kao murmur. I feel him press a kiss to my forehead.
Prying my eyes open, my sight settles on Kao’s face. “Is it over?” I grumble, still half out of it.
“Yeah, Dr. Menard will be here shortly, but he said the surgery went well.”
“He did?” Lifting a hand, I take hold of Kao’s arm as he leans over me, and then I drift off again.
“Fallon,” I hear someone say. “Time to wake up.”
I pry my eyes open and see Dr. Menard smile down at me.
“Hi, Doctor,” I mutter, still half asleep.
“How do you feel?”
I sit up in the bed as my head clears of the fog still