No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I'd only really taken a good look around the hospital room twice since waking up: once to search for Ernest, and this time, looking for something else. Dustin crouched down in front of me, his concern palpable. "Felicia, how are you feeling? Anything off?"

I was about to shake my head when a knock on the door preluded the entrance of the doctor and Conrad.

"We should get you checked out before the flight, just in case," Conrad explained, his gaze shifting to Dustin, a slight furrow forming between his brows.

I noticed the exchange as Dustin stood, making room for the doctor with an ease that left him sidelined.

After a series of checks-heart rate, blood pressure-the doctor concluded, "You're recovering well, everything looks normal."

"Thanks, Doc," Conrad expressed our gratitude.

Dustin chimed in, "I'll walk the doctor out. Gives me a chance to pack up. Rad, can you stay and chat with Felicia?"

With the door shut behind them, Conrad and I were left alone in a silence that was anything but cozy.

While I was lost in my own world, Conrad was all eyes on me, and after what felt like an eternity, he broke the silence with an apology.

a mirror, I knew my eyes mirrored the confusion

you wouldn't have come to Houston, wouldn't have been in danger, wouldn't have lost so much blood trying to save me... and wouldn't have

of Conrad's shirt. "There's no need for

seemed fate had

did you do

up, just managed a weak

How could you be so reckless? I found out... if you hadn't given

of the

I chuckled, "You've got to finish what you start, right? If I stopped

600cc?" :

his. "Conrad, don't overthink it. If it were a stranger in your place that day, I would've

"Absolutely!" I asserted.

his face,

feel guilty. I saved you because we share the same blood type. Maybe

into your life, by some divine arrangement. Plus, we grew up