“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.
“How are you feeling?”
“Well, I made it through the night.” She smiled. “I feel better,” she said. “I think it was good we skipped the hospital trip.”
“Do you think you can eat anything? I could make you some toast.”
“I could go for some toast,” she said. “Maybe just one piece.”
When I went out to make the toast, Declan tiptoed in with a stack of board books that he read to Allie.
I made sure she took it easy for the rest of the day. I did a few things around the house, but I kept going back to the living room where they were set up, and we’d all hang out. We played several games of Go Fish, and Declan read us some more stories, making up the words as he went along. I liked having Allie there, I liked the new dynamic, and when, later that afternoon, she told me that she felt much better and would be able to go home, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of disappointment. Not that I let that show on my face.
“My headache’s almost gone,” she said. “I think I am going to be A-okay.”
“Do you have to leave?” Declan asked.
Allie smiled. “Don’t worry, Declan. I’ll see you soon. Actually, do you want to drive me down to get my car?”
“Oh, that’s right. Your car is still there. Sure, why don’t we do that. And we can stop and get an ice cream on the way back, Declan,” I said, knowing that the promise of an ice cream cone would distract him from the fact that Allie was going back to her own house.
That Sunday, my parents showed up early afternoon and took Declan to the playground. I went for a ride, though it was very humid, and I was drenched in sweat before I’d even gone a few miles. I rode for maybe an hour, but then cut the ride short, went home, and took a cold shower.
I was just getting out when I heard my parents and Declan come back. I could tell the heat had tired Declan out, too, so I brought him up to his room and put him down for a nap, the fan pointed straight on him. When I went back downstairs, my parents were sitting out on the deck, under the umbrella, drinking glasses of lemonade.
“He’s tuckered out,” I said, sitting down with them. There was a slight breeze, which, while not entirely refreshing, at least moved the warm air around a little.