“Hasn’t regained consciousness and they’re a little concerned because he should have by now. Even so, Faye’s been readin’ to him almost all day. Got her out twice to get a cup of coffee in her and so she could eat some food when her sister came by with lunch she made. Her Mom took over while she was gone. She’s back in.”
“What’re the doctors sayin’?”
“Can’t say, he’s not awake, not movin’. The update though is that the scare is over about him losin’ his hands and foot. Mobility is in question. Color’s better though.”
“Right.”
“I’ll let you know, anything happens.”
“’Preciate that.”
“Get lunch, Deck. Speak soon.”
“Later, man.”
“Later.”
Chace disconnected and shoved the phone in his pocket.
Then he tagged the elevator button to go up and check on Faye and Malachi.
* * * * *
It was time to go, visiting hours were over, the nurse told him. He appreciated her telling him so it would be him that would be the one to go in and tell Faye she had to give it up for the night.
He washed his hands and moved through the ward to the open door, hearing her voice coming soft. She didn’t read staccato, she put emotion into it like a true storyteller, or as best as she could while needing to be quiet in that ward.
He entered Malachi’s room on the thought that someday she’d read to their kids that way.
Therefore, he had a small smile on his face when he saw Sondra first, sitting in the corner and her eyes snapped to him as she raised her index finger and put it to her lips.
With this warning, Chace rounded the closed curtain slowly, silently and stopped dead.
This was because Faye was sitting by the bed, bent over her book, focus entirely on it but her arm was stretched out and she had her fingers curled around Malachi’s forearm.
And Malachi’s light brown eyes were open, his head slightly turned on the pillow and his focus was entirely on Faye reading to him.
But even with the bruising on his face, it was plain to see he thought God had sent an angel to his bedside to tell him a story.
Chace felt his throat close and held perfectly still.
Then Malachi’s eyes shifted to him and his entire body got visibly tight.
“Faye,” Chace called gently, she stopped reading and her head came up.
But as she began to turn her head to look at him, she saw Malachi.
He saw in profile as her face got soft and her lips parted right before she whispered, “Malachi.”
His eyes shifted to her with barely a movement of his head.
She rose to a squat above her chair. Leaning in partially she kept her voice at a whisper when she said, “Hey there, honey. You sure took a long nap. We were getting worried. Welcome back.”
He just looked at her.
“I’m Faye,” she told him. “But you know me, don’t you?”
He didn’t say a word or move his eyes from her.