The Girl Who Wouldn't Stay Dead. Cassie Miles
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season ski pass, my rent isn’t too bad and I’ve got a kick-ass girlfriend. All in all, my life is good.”
“I’ll get out of your way.”
Back in his jump seat, he flipped open his laptop. He envied Adam’s simple but fulfilling lifestyle. Connor had never been a laid-back guy. He had needed to fight to win a partial scholarship to Harvard, and when he was there he took on the role of a super achiever. The struggle hadn’t ended with graduation. He’d worked his way through several law firms until he’d found the perfect match at Shanahan, Miller and Koch, where he was well on his way to partnership.
Lately, his fire had dimmed. During these hours he’d spent rescuing Emily, he’d felt more alive than he had in years.
Using his computer, he contacted his assistant at the law firm. Last night, he’d hired a security firm, recommended by the investigator who had done work for him in New York. The bodyguard—a former marine—was scheduled to meet them at the airport before they continued on to the hospital.
If all went smoothly, Dr. Troutman would be waiting for them at the hospital. He was associated with one of the top neurosurgeons in the country, a woman who had developed techniques to treat stroke victims. Troutman hoped Emily’s condition wouldn’t require an operation, but they should prepare for the possibility.
During the flight, Connor texted back and forth with his assistant—a fresh-from-law-school junior partner who was capable of handling most of Connor’s caseload with minimal direction from him. Projecting that he wouldn’t be back to work for at least two weeks, maybe longer, Connor suggested which cases could be postponed and which should be reassigned to other attorneys in the firm. A few years ago, when his ambitions had been burning brightly, he never would have passed on these projects. But he didn’t hesitate now. He’d proven himself to be a hard worker, so that wouldn’t be in question. Plus, Emily’s well-being was more important.
Adam called to him, “Connor, you should come over here.”
Immediately, he disconnected his laptop and went to Emily’s bedside. She lay motionless, breathing steadily. The machines that monitored her vital signs hadn’t changed, but the EEG monitor showed flashes of brain activity. “What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Could it be the altitude?” Tension sent Connor’s heartbeat into high gear. “Maybe it’s the movement.”
“All I know,” Adam said, “is that she’s waking up. The nurse wants you to put in an emergency call to the neurologist in Denver. He’ll tell us what to do.”
While Connor punched in the phone number, he asked, “If she wakes up, what happens?”
“Maybe nothing,” Adam said. “There might be no problem at all.”
“Worst-case scenario?”
“She could have a seizure. There might be an internal bleed or a clot that would cause an aneurysm.”
An aneurysm and internal bleeding could lead to irreparable damage or death. As soon as Connor had the doctor on the phone, he handed it to the nurse, who rattled off a barrage of medical terminology. Sitting as close as possible, Connor held her small delicate hand and watched her face, trying to read what was going on inside her head. She looked the same as she had a few hours ago at the hospital in Aspen, except her eyelids were twitching. Her breathing became more emphatic. He saw variations in the rhythm of her heart and her blood pressure.
Keeping the desperation from his voice, he said, “If you can hear me, Emily, I need you to listen. You need more sleep, more rest. Don’t wake up, not yet.”
He felt the tiniest squeeze on his hand. Had he imagined it? Though he wanted to see her awake, talking and interacting, that wasn’t the best treatment for her. “Stay asleep, Emily.”
Gently, he caressed the line of her chin and her stubborn jaw. She’d never been a woman who blindly followed orders or instructions. Being asleep and unable to react would never be her first choice. He tried to reassure her, telling her that there was nothing to worry about. “I’ve arranged for your medical care and hired a bodyguard because... You know.”
Though she knew that someone had run her off the road, he probably shouldn’t talk about it while she was in a coma. Her brain might pick up the threat and become alarmed, pumping out spurts of adrenaline that would cause her to wake up. He should be talking about better times, evoking positive thoughts. One topic always made her happy: art.
“There’s a special exhibit at that little gallery you always liked in Brooklyn,” he said. “It features posters, and they even have a couple from Toulouse-Lautrec.”
While the nurse unhooked one of the IV bags, Adam said, “We’ve got a solution.”
“What does the doctor think?”
“It’s got to be the sedation. It’s not keeping her in the coma. I changed the IV bag on the ambulance ride to the airport.” And now the nurse changed the bag again. “It’s possible that the one I used didn’t have the correct dosage to keep her asleep.”
Connor doubted the wrong dosage was an accident. Patricia and Dr. Thorson had been near Emily in the ambulance. Either of them could easily have switched the bags. “Don’t throw that bag away. There might be fingerprints.”
“You got it.” Adam stepped aside as the nurse prepared a hypodermic needle. “She’s going to give Emily a shot that should keep her calm until we get to Denver. We’re only about a half hour away.”
The chopper shuddered. “Is it safe to do that while we’re bouncing around?”
“Trust me,” Adam said. “I’m usually in the back of an ambulance racing around hairpin turns at a million miles an hour. This chopper ride is smooth.”
When a needle was jabbed into Emily’s arm, Connor stared at the monitors. It was probably unreasonable to expect immediate results, but he needed some kind of reaction. How long would it take for the sedative to enter her bloodstream? When would he see the change? He needed to know.
Adam was back on the phone, talking to the doctor. He, too, watched the screens. The EEG showing brain activity continued to flare in multicolored bursts—green, red and yellow. Connor held his breath, waiting for a sign. After a few tense moments, her blood pressure and pulse gradually started to drop.
Adam reported the numbers to the neurologist, and then he gave Connor a thumbs-up. “This seems to be working.”
Relief breezed through him. He lifted her hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “You scared me, Emily.”
Her lips parted. Faint words tumbled out. “Handsome... Sleeping... Kiss.”
He leaned closer. “What is it?”
Her eyelids separated. Through the narrow slits, she stared at him. And she whispered, “Snow White... Kiss.”
Adam shoved his shoulder. “You heard the lady.”
With a smile, the nurse concurred, “Kiss her.”
Leaning over her, he planted a light kiss on her lips. This brief contact wasn’t meant to be the least bit erotic, but he felt a jolt of awareness. His senses heightened. He’d been in the dark, and now a light bulb had come on.
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