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“Yes.”
“You can have a seat there.” She pointed at the two plastic chairs along one side of the curtains. “We’ll be back in about forty-five minutes.”
“I’ll be here.” He leaned over and kissed Bree again.
Her eyes widened. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
Adam laughed. “We’ll talk later. You go with Savannah now, and I’ll be here when you get back. I promise.”
CHAPTER 11
When Bree returned from having X-rays taken, she saw Adam was waiting.
He stood as she rolled into the room. “How did it go?”
“It was painful. I had to move for them to get all the X-rays and that hurt like the dickens. I’m better now. And soon, they’ll have me hooked back up to the morphine drip.”
“Good. I don’t like to see you in pain.”
The doctor chose that moment to arrive. “Well, Bree.” He stopped and looked at Adam. “Mr. Kincaid, I assume.”
Adam stepped forward and held out his hand. “I’m Adam Kincaid, Bree’s husband. What did the X-rays show?”
“Bree has three broken ribs. I was hoping they were just cracked but they were broken. It will be a long, painful recovery, but we’ll try to keep her as comfortable as possible while she’s here. I’d like to keep her overnight. I’ll send her home with a prescription for shots and tablets for pain relief. If you can’t give her the shots, I suggest you hire a nurse to?—”,
“I’ll be taking care of her. If someone will show me how to give the shots, then I can handle it.”
Bree stared at Adam. She couldn’t believe what he just said. He would take care of her. “But what about your business? Don’t you have to go into the office?”
“I’ll use couriers to transfer important documents to the main office. Besides someone needs to take care of Lilly and I’d prefer it not be a nanny.”
“Um. Okay. I agree it would be better if it were one of us.”
Adam turned to the doctor. “There, you see? It will all work out okay.”
The doctor nodded. “She’s due for a shot. I’ll send Timony back in and you can watch her as she gives her the shot.”
True to his word, Timony entered the small room. “I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Kincaid. This is how to give her the injection. Bree, I need you to roll to your side just a bit so I can inject this in your bottom.”
Bree rolled just a little, the pain making her stop. She hoped it was far enough because she didn’t want to move again.
“That’s good. Now you simply put the needle into the fat part of the bottom. Don’t hesitate while doing it because that will hurt Bree. Once the needle is all the way in and press the plunger all the way until it stops. Hold it for a few seconds and then remove the needle and press a cotton square over the spot for about twenty seconds to make sure there is no blood.” She removed the cotton and smiled. “All good. You can roll back now.”
Bree moved and couldn’t stop the moan. “Oh, God, that hurts.”
“It’s okay.” Timony placed the used needle into the red box and the cotton square into the trash. “You did fine, and you’ll feel much better soon. I promise. We’ll be transferring you to a private room in just a little while. Your husband arranged it. I’ll see you soon.” She left.
He furrowed his brows. “How are you feeling? Really.”
“Like I was kicked in the ribs and had a fist smashed into my face. How do you think I feel?” She was cranky, she hurt, and she didn’t give a fat rat’s behind if he knew it. “You said we were going to talk. Now’s as good a time as any. So, talk.”
“Now isn’t a good time. You’re in pain and I don’t believe you’re ready to hear what I have to say.”
“Hmpft. I think you don’t really want to talk to me.”
Adam’s eyes twinkled, and his mouth quirked up at the corners. “You’re very combative when you hurt. I understand that, and that’s another reason I’m not ready to talk. We’ll talk when you get home and can see Lilly. I’m sure she misses you.”
Tears filled Bree’s eyes. “I won’t even be able to hug her when I see her, and I can’t hold her. She won’t understand, and she’ll hate me.” The tears flowed in earnest now.
