Chapter 151 Why Couldn’t
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Hospital
Eric’s eyes flew open, and he bolted upright.
“Ugh–damn it!”
A sharp, searing pain tore through his chest, forcing him to clutch his ribs while pressing a hand to his throbbing head.
“Mr. Flynn!”
Phillips, who had been keeping vigil at his bedside, sprang to his feet, his face lighting up with relief. “You’re awake! That’s a damn good sign! The doctor said the sooner you wake up, the better your chances.”
He waved a couple of fingers in front of Eric’s face. “How many fingers, boss?”
“Tsk!” Irritated, Eric batted his hand away. “Do I look brain–dead to you?”
Phillips chuckled. “Just covering the bases. You took a nasty hit to the head–a concussion, they said. Gotta make sure everything’s still working upstairs.‘
Eric smirked despite himself. “Please. Even if someone’s brain got scrambled, it sure as hell wouldn’t be mine.” His body told a different story. Bandages wrapped around his shoulders, arms, and head–a testament to the explosion that had thrown him off his feet. He looked worse than he actually was, but the pain reminded him that the injuries weren’t just for show.
He took a steadying breath and cut straight to what mattered. “Where’s Hadley?”
“She was brought in too, but-”
“Good.” Without another word, Eric shoved the covers aside, ready to get up.
“Whoa, whoa! Mr. Flynn–hold on!”
Phillips blocked his path, both hands raised in alarm.
“Let me finish! Hadley’s fine. They checked her out, and she was discharged already. But you, sir, are the one who’s actually injured.”
He gestured at Eric’s right hand. “And you still have an IV in, so maybe—just maybe you should con staying put for now.”
Eric’s gaze flicked to the IV drip. With an exasperated sigh, he leaned back against the pillows.
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As the first light of dawn crept into the hospital room, Eric stirred awake.
His body ached from the restless night, and though the IV had finished hours ago, sleep had been elusive.
He had thought about checking on Hadley, but waking her in the middle of the night felt unnecessary.
Pushing himself upright, he decided now was time to move. He shed the stiff hospital gown, replacing it with his own clothes. Glancing toward the sofa, he found Phillips sprawled out, dead to the world. Eric smirked slightly before silently slipping out of the room.
Meanwhile…
A persistent vibration dragged Hadley from sleep. Groggy, she groped under her pillow for her phone and squinted at the screen.
With a sigh, she answered. “Hello, Denver?”
So early…
She already knew why he was calling.
The bomb in the theater last night? There was no way he hadn’t seen the news, even though he was in
Prineville.
thank God! You
her chest tighten. She could picture him pacing, hair disheveled, struggling to keep his
emotions in check.
night, mobs had seized her phone, leaving her unable to receive
her and she tried calling Denver back, she
“I guess you saw the news?”
the hotel room.
injuries.
okay now… You must have been out of your mind with worry all night,
but-”
his voice laced with both relief and frustration. “I saw everything. I was mid–flight when it all
Mid–flight?
breath hitched, her heart stuttering in her chest as warmth
“Wait… Denver,
throat. Had he really flown
edged with exhaustion and unmistakable relief. “I’m almost at
-five minutes out.”
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from the
her mouth, a sharp breath escaping as tears welled in her eyes.
from Prinville to Blathe. The moment Denver saw the news and couldn’t reach her, he had dropped
what it felt
Hadley had been stranded in Blathe with Joy, she had felt like
one would care even
someone had crossed cities just for
someone like that? Hadley
ever been one.
the call, she
she scanned the street, her heart hammering. Then,
there he was.
“Hadley!”
breath hitched. “Denver!”
toward her, dragging his suitcase behind him, eyes locked onto hers.
she noticed was the exhaustion etched into Denver’s face–deep shadows under his eyes, the kind
a small, weary chuckle
couldn’t reach you. My mind kept running in circles,
met her gaze, his expression shifting–hesitant,
I… can I
reaching for her, arms opening as if drawn by instinct. He bent
first, caught off guard. Her body tensed, unprepared for
relief to see you standing here,
his voice–something raw, almost desperate–made Hadley’s resistance
She tilted her head up and offered a soft smile. “Mm…”
car parked nearby, Eric watched through the window…
actually came all the
Wasn’t the guy in Prineville? How had he managed to get here so fast?
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