He continued, providing details of her anticipated recovery process and the next steps needed to return her to normal day-to-day life. Once he was finished, he forced a grin. “She should be alert in the morning and I’m sure she’ll want to see you. I suggest you head home and getting some rest.”
Giselle couldn’t hold back. She was so relieved to hear the good news that she leapt forward and hugged Kyle tightly. He stared at her awkwardly as she pulled back and looked up at him. “Thank you. You saved my boss’s life. She means the world to me.”
Kyle nodded and grinned. “You’re welcome. Now, go get some rest.”
Sully met his eyes and reached out to shake his hand again, wanting to be polite and appreciative despite the bittersweet news. “Really, thank you. She’s my life.”
He was grateful Kit was going to be ok, but devastated about the news of a miscarriage. He had no idea she was pregnant. He figured she hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet and was probably planning on sharing the news in person. He felt sadness overcome him, yet a glimmer of hope still remained since she was ok.
Kyle nodded again. “Certainly. Have a good night. Get some rest. She’ll need your support tomorrow.”
Sully grinned. “Will do, Doc. Thanks again.”
Despite the doctor’s urgings that he should go home and get some rest, Sully remained, lightly snoozing in the private lounge. Sully knew Alexa was due to arrive soon, and he didn’t want to cause confusion by leaving. He notified a nurse to send Alexa in when she arrived.
An hour had passed since Kyle had notified Sully, and he was restless. He finished his rounds and decided to go downstairs to get some fresh air. He listlessly headed toward the elevators.
His eyes widened when the doors opened, and he saw Alexa rushing out toward the nurses’ station. He froze for a moment, stunned by how quickly his past flooded his mind and clouded his judgment.
Before he could move, she glanced over and caught a glimpse of him. He immediately felt anxiety jolt through his body as he hastily turned on his heel and quickened his pace in the opposite direction of her.
He was alarmed when she turned her full attention to him and approached in hot pursuit. He glanced over his shoulder, hoping she had given up when their eyes met. He promptly turned back around, cursing under his breath and opening up into a full jog down the hallway.
Alexa loudly called after him, startled and confused. “Kirby? Kirby Nelson is that you? Kirby!”
He immediately turned the corner and ducked into one of the rooms that contained cots and bunk beds for the physicians to catch a wink between rounds. He leaned against the door, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
Moments later, Alexa stared at the sign on the door that read, “Authorized personnel only.” She frowned and shook her head, wondering what was going on.
She headed toward the windows to take a moment and compose herself. She chalked up her heightened emotional state to the stress of learning of Kit’s shooting and the exhaustion from an impromptu six-hour flight to Los Angeles. Something in her spirit wouldn’t let go, though.
The doctor she chased down the hall was a dead ringer for Kirby Nelson and she couldn’t shake it. His sage green eyes were unmistakable and triggered years of treasured memories. Tears started rolling down her cheeks again recalling Kit’s frantic rants shortly after Kirby’s death. She desperately tried to convince Alexa that he wasn’t dead, that it was all some kind of setup. Alexa’s thoughts spun like a top, and she felt like she was losing her mind.
Desperate to regain normalcy, she headed back to find Sully, who was rousing from sleep. He forced a grin and then frowned, noticing the anguished look on her face. “Lex, are you ok?”
She shook her head, not wanting to explain. “I’m just tired, Sull. How’s Kit doing?”
He donned a content grin. “She’s improving.” He then shook his head sadly. “She had a miscarriage. Aside from that, she’ll be ok.”
He sighed and looked up. “Actually, Lex, I don’t know that she’ll be ok when she hears that news.” He nodded. “She’s on the road to recovery, though, and that’s good news. The doctor suggested I go home and grab a wink. We can visit with her in the morning.”
He stood up and threw his arm around her. “Let’s go get some rest. Like the good doctor said, we’ll need it tomorrow. Did you book a room for tonight?”
She shook her head. “No. I planned to stay with you and then realized that because of the shooting you may not be able to stay in the house. Let me know if I need to get a room. I don’t have a problem with it. I cleared my schedule. Wes and the kids will be on the first flight out tomorrow. We have a room for when they arrive, but nothing for me tonight. Slipped my mind.”
Sully took her hand in his and squeezed it. “I’m glad you’re here. We’ll be staying in the condo tonight. My mom is staying in a hotel, so the guest room is all yours. You’re right about our house—it’s a crime scene. The L.A.P.D. is still finishing up their investigation and then after that I hired a cleaning crew to come in. Not really the best place for us to be right now. Hope you’re ok with that.”
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