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.
God! You picked up!”
picture him pacing, hair disheveled, struggling to keep
emotions in check.
seized her phone, leaving her unable to receive his
returned it to her and she tried calling Denver back, she couldn’t get
guess you
hotel room. Elissa remained in the hospital, still
injuries.
mind with worry all night,
but-”
with both relief and frustration. “I saw everything. I was mid–flight when it all happened—couldn’t
Mid–flight?
heart stuttering in her
Denver, are
throat. Had he really flown all the way to
came through the line, edged with exhaustion and unmistakable relief. “I’m almost at
-five minutes out.”
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straight from the airport
flew to her mouth, a sharp breath escaping as
Denver saw the news and couldn’t reach her,
this was what it felt like–to matter to someone?
Blathe with Joy, she had felt like she didn’t
no one would care even
now… someone had crossed cities just for
a person find someone like that? Hadley didn’t know about
had only ever been one.
second she ended the call, she bolted
the street, her heart hammering. Then, a taxi pulled up. The door swung
And there
“Hadley!”
hitched. “Denver!”
toward her, dragging his suitcase behind him, eyes
the first thing she noticed was the exhaustion etched into Denver’s face–deep shadows under his
a wink.” Denver let out a small, weary chuckle and
My mind kept running in
exhaled, and then met her gaze, his
asked, “Hadley, can I… can I hold you? Just for
her, arms opening as if drawn by instinct. He bent slightly and pulled her into a deep, grounding embrace.
Her body
to see you standing here, safe and sound… I can’t tell you how good it feels
in his voice–something raw, almost desperate–made Hadley’s
against him. She tilted her head up and
few steps away, inside a car parked
came all the way here?
slightly. Wasn’t the guy in Prineville? How had
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