Reflected in You(74)

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A cab was waiting for us at the curb when we left my apartment building.


Gideon ushered me in, then slid in beside me.


The cab seemed to pull away very slowly.


Everything seemed to be moving slowly.


I clutched at Gideon's sleeve.


"What happened?" "He was attacked Friday night."


"How do you know?" "Your mother and Stanton both left messages on my cell phone."


"My mother .


?" I looked at him blankly.


"Why didn't she .


?" No, she couldn't call me.


I hadn't had my phone.


Guilt and worry drowned me, making it hard to breathe.


"Eva."


He put his arm around my shoulders, urging me to rest my head against him.


"Don't worry until we know more."


"It's been days, Gideon.


And I wasn't here."


Tears poured down my face and wouldn't stop, even after we arrived at the hospital.


I barely registered the exterior of the building, my attention dulled by the hard driving anxiety pounding through me.


I thanked God for Gideon, who was so calm and in control.


A staff member provided the number of Cary's room, but his helpfulness ended there.


Gideon made a few middle-of-the-night phone calls that got me access to see Cary, even though it was well outside visiting hours.


Gideon had been a very generous benefactor at times and that wasn't easily dismissed or forgotten.


When I stepped into Cary's private room and saw him, my heart shattered so completely, my knees went weak.


Only Gideon kept me from falling.


The man I thought of as my brother, the best friend I'd ever had or ever would have, lay silent and unmoving in the bed.


His head was bandaged and his eyes blackened.


One of his arms was stuck with intravenous lines, while the other was in a cast.


I wouldn't have recognized him, if I hadn't known who he was.


Flowers covered every flat surface, cheerful and colorful bouquets.


There were balloons, too, and a few cards.


I knew some would be from my mother and Stanton, who were certainly paying for Cary's care as well.


We were his family.


And everyone had been there for him but me.


Gideon led me closer, his arm tight around my waist to hold me up.


I was sobbing, the tears flowing thick and hot.


It was everything I could do to remain silent.


Still, Cary must have heard me or sensed me.


His eyelids fluttered, then opened.


His beautiful green eyes were bloodshot and unfocused.


It took him a minute to find me.


When he did, he blinked a few times, and then tears started rolling down his temples.


"Cary."


I rushed to him and slipped my hand in his.


"I'm here."


He gripped me so tightly, it was painful.


"Eva."


"I'm sorry I took so long.


I didn't have my phone.


I had no idea.


I would've been here if I'd known."


"S'okay.


You're here now."


His throat worked on a swallow.


"God .


everything hurts."


"I'll get a nurse," Gideon said, running his hand down my back before slipping silently out of the room.


I saw a small pitcher and cup with straw on the rolling tray table.


"Are you thirsty?" "Very."


"Can I sit you up? Or no?" I was afraid to do anything to cause him pain.


"Yeah."


Using the remote lying near his hand, I raised the top part of the bed so that he was reclined.


Then I brought the straw to his lips and watched him drink greedily.


He relaxed with a sigh.


"You're a sight for sore eyes, baby girl."


"What the hell happened?" I set the empty cup down and grabbed his hand again.


"Fuck if I know."


His voice was weak, almost a whisper.


"Got jumped.


With a bat."


"With a bat?" Just the thought made me physically ill.


The brutality of it.


The violence .


"Was he insane?" "Of course," he snapped, a deep line of pain between his brows.


I backed up a half step.


"I'm sorry."


"No, don't.


Shit.


I'm - " His eyes closed.


"I'm exhausted."


Just then the nurse came in wearing scrubs decorated with cartoon tongue depressors and animated stethoscopes.


She was young and pretty, with dark hair and sloe eyes.