“That sounds good.”
Cole came back to the car. He climbed in and we drove off. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes.
“I’m wondering if we should go to the hospital,” Cole said under his breath, almost more to himself.
“I don’t think we need to do that.”
“You got knocked out, though.”
“I know, but... I don’t feel like I need to go to the hospital. I don’t want to make a bigger deal out of this than it already is.”
“I’d like you to stay at my place tonight, then,” Cole said after a minute. “If you don’t want to go into the hospital, then the least you can do is that. We’ve got a guest room with a comfortable bed, and that will give me peace of mind, okay? Is that a deal?”
“Sure,” I said, even though I knew I would be fine if I went home.
“Good.” He smiled. “Thank you for not making me resort to saying ‘doctor’s orders.’ Because that was my next move.”
I didn’t feel any worse by the time we got to Cole’s house, but I certainly wasn’t feeling great. I managed to get out of the car on my own, though, and walk inside, where I followed Cole to the guest bedroom. He pulled the sheets back on the double bed, and I climbed in. Declan followed us into the room and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Are you okay, Miss Allie?” Declan asked, his eyes wide.
“I’m okay,” I said. “I promise. Accidents happen sometimes, and that’s why we need to use caution around water.”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said. He looked at his dad. “You promise you’ll check on her?”
“I promise,” Cole said. Declan nodded and then left, but not before giving me another worried look.
“Poor thing,” I said. “I feel awful about them having to see that.”
“Don’t worry about that. Everyone’s just glad that you’re okay.”
“I really wish that whole thing never even happened, though.”
“Lily should not have been allowed anywhere near that jet ski.”
“Probably not. She’s all right?”
“She’s fine. You should rest. I’ll check on you in a little bit. Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m good for now. Thank you.”
He reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I laid back against the pillow and let my eyes close.
Chapter Twelve
Cole
My gut instinct told me that Allie would be fine, that she had a mild concussion at most, but I still couldn’t help but wake up several times that night and go down to check on her. Each time I did, she was asleep, lying on her back, her hair spread out against the white pillow, her face turned slightly to the side. Her breathing was soft, even. She looked entirely peaceful.
I finally fell asleep, just a few hours before the sun would begin to rise. When Declan came in to wake me up, I felt groggy, but then I got up, and I called Danielle and asked her to reschedule the patients that I had for the day.
“Are you sick?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “Just... something came up. A personal matter. I can’t really get into it right now. But I’ll be in tomorrow, so just do your best to reschedule everyone from today.”
“All right,” she said, sounding a bit skeptical.
Allie woke up a little after 9. I went in with a glass of water she took a tentative sip from.