There’s something unreadable there that I would have liked more time to figure out. I know I’m being stubborn. If I had my way, I’d force him to take me home. Once there, I’d limp around and grit my teeth until I couldn’t take the pain anymore. Kiersten would have to take me in to the doctor, and I’d feel like a jerk for wasting her time.
Accepting help is hard when I’ve taken care of myself for so long.
“Okay.” Nathan’s relief is visible, and he cleans a cut on my temple. “Just so you know, though, if I weren’t freezing and my foot wasn’t pounding, I would have kept arguing with you.”
He swears under his breath and sits back on his heels to remove his jacket.
“Oh, no, Nathan. I wasn’t saying I needed that.”
He’s done arguing too. As soon as he pulls his fleece off, he wraps it around my shoulders. “Put your arms in.”
I study him for a moment. My foot throbs now, and anything I say will stall us getting out of here. Once my arms are in, he zips it up to my chin.
I’ve worked with Nathan a long time, but this is the first time being surrounded by the smell of him. He’s woodsy with a hint of smoke. I bury my cold nose in the fabric near my chin and allow his residual warmth to seep into me.
Once he packs up the supplies, he hoists his bag onto his shoulder. I hold out my hand for him to help me limp up the hill. One second I’m on the rocky ground and the next I’m in his arms.
“Hey!” The fabric peels away from the cut on my back, sending a hot pain up my spine.
“Shush,” he teases.
“I meant ow,” I whimper and stick my face in his chest to hide the fresh tears.
“Shit, Cam, what hurts?”
“My back.” His shirt muffles my reply.
His response comes slower. If I had to guess, he’s hiding his annoyance that I didn’t mention it sooner. “All right. Hang on, darlin’. This is easiest.” He croons gently.
“Right.” I swallow hard and secure one arm around his shoulders. “I bet this is a cakewalk.”
He adjusts his grip as we near the top. Hopefully, to put me down. “It would be if you quit complaining.”
My jaw drops open to apologize, but when I cut a glance his way, I see a smirk playing on his lips.
He makes it up the hill and loads me in the truck, all without setting me on my feet. I do my part and manage to keep my mouth shut so we can get on our way before the sun sets.
11
We talk little on the ten-minute drive to the E.R. I call Evelyn to explain what happened. She tells me she’s fine and capable of reheating leftover soup for dinner, which makes me secretly thankful Law bought plenty.
Nathan zips the truck up into the drop-off zone and jogs inside. Once he’s out of view, I blow out a sigh of relief for the wheelchair he retrieves. Unlike on the trail where we were alone, we both know people here through our work. If he carries me in… well, that’s how rumors start. Rumors that would be very uncomfortable to dismiss.
Nathan helps me into the seat and wheels me inside.
“Oh, my dear Lord in Heaven! What in God’s name happened to you, sweetheart? Nathan, push her in here and get out of the cold.”
Twenty pairs of eyes in the lobby swing in our direction. With an entrance like that, why wouldn’t the lobby be crammed full? Arrow Creek might be a small town, but this hospital services the entire county, and it looks to be busy tonight. Great.
“Hey, Janet. I had a bit of a spill.”
Nathan snorts. He pushes me toward check-in and positions the wheelchair at an angle. I can see everyone in the lobby, the three ladies at registration (all of which I know), and Nathan, who studiously avoids my gaze.
“A spill? Honey, you look like you got into a car wreck.” Janet moves her gaze from me to Nathan.
“A little more than a spill. She tumbled down by the Swinging Bridge. When they x-ray her ankle, make sure they double check she doesn’t have two left feet.”
I inject heat into my glare. “For your information, I didn’t do this all on my own. If that cyclist hadn’t run me off the path, I wouldn’t have tripped over the rock that sent me down the hill.”
They both stare at me. A muscle twitches in Nathan’s jaw. “What do you mean a cyclist ran you off the path? You didn’t say anything about that.”
“By the time you got there, I guess I forgot.”
Nathan gazes out the windows across from reception and ignores me.
“Is it a long wait? Evelyn’s home alone, and she’s been sick all week.”
Janet leans over the desk and lowers her voice. “Getting a room ready for you right now. We’ll sneak you back in just a second.”
“Thank you,” I whisper back.
“All right. You two can have a seat until the nurse comes to get you. Hope your daughter is feeling better soon. Give her a hug from me.”
“Will do.” I offer a short wave as Nathan wheels me away.
He parks me down on the far end, away from everyone else and their germs, and sits in the seat beside the wheelchair. The way he positions us feels weirdly protective; as if anything that could come to harm me would have to go through him first. His strange behavior continues to unsettle me.
Ten minutes later, the nurse calls for me. She’s a familiar blond woman, but I can’t remember her name. She props open the door to the triage area with her hand, but makes no move to help wheel me in. Nathan stands up, and I sigh, too tired to put up a fight. I want to have this taken care of
