Oh my.
I remembered.
Oh no.
I remembered.
He’d been there. Last night, he’d been there.
He’d carried me from the stairs to the car then I passed out.
I woke up again when there was a commotion, a commotion caused when Luke Stark and a security guard were trying to pull Hector out of my emergency bay. Hector didn’t want to go, as in, really didn’t want to go.
How bizarre was that?
Maybe I dreamed that too.
I closed my eyes. Then I remembered I had to go to the bathroom.
Well, I knew one thing. I sure as certain wasn’t going to call the nurse just in case Hector wasn’t a dream. I didn’t want him around when I explained what I needed.
Therefore I knew what I had to do. There was really only one choice.
It took some effort but I managed to twist and look at the bottom of my IV stand thingie. In the TV shows, they had wheels.
I sighed in relief. My IV stand thingie had wheels. I reached out, grabbed it and rolled it a bit down the bed and then stopped.
Hector’s legs in jeans and feet in cowboy boots were in the way.
Darn. What to do now?
“What are you doing?”
My head jerked up and I saw Hector was no longer asleep. He still had his head against the high back of the chair, his forearms were still resting on the arms, hands dangling and his long legs were still stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.
But his black eyes were open and they were on me.
“What are you doing?” he repeated his question then got up and approached the bed, coming to a stop at the side, towering over me.
My eyes followed him, my head tilting back as he got up and closer. I didn’t answer.
“Sadie, talk to me. What are you doing?”
I didn’t even try to be Ice Princess. In the circumstances I forgot all about being Ice Princess. I forgot that “Ms. Townsend, Ice Princess” even existed.
“I thought I’d take a walk,” I answered.
His eyebrows went up. “You thought you’d take a walk?”
He sounded like this was more bizarre than the fact that he was even there which I thought was mega-bizarre in the extreme.
“Yes, I thought I’d stretch my legs a bit,” I told him.
“You thought you’d stretch your legs a bit,” he repeated, still sounding like he thought I was a touch crazy.
“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” I asked.
“Are you going to start making sense?” he returned.