Chapter Eleven
“Miss, can I help you.”
Eden looked at the friendly older man with pure white hair and an airport employee vest.
“Yes. I think I need help,” she said.
“They won’t let you on a plane sick, Sweetheart.”
She nodded. “I know. Can you hail a cab or Uber for me and tell me the best hotel that has room service?”
“I can do that. How about you sit on this bench right here? I’ll be right back.”
Eden watched the swarm of people rushing to their planes.
“Miss, I have Franky here. He’ll take care of you. I trust him.”
Eden blinked back her tears. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
The Uber driver picked up her bags. “Come this way, ma’am.”
Eden smiled at the old man. “Have a good day.”
“Do you have anyone to take care of you?” the older man asked.
Her mind was getting muddled. “I have two daughters.”
“Okay, good. Take care.”
“I will.”
Eden followed the Uber driver.
He opened the back door. “Get in, ma’am, before you fall.”
Eden smiled. “I won’t. You will need to spray disinfectant, so no one gets this.”
“I carry a can of Lysol. I spray it down every time.”
“You’re a smart man,” she said and relaxed back in the seat.
“Barney told me you want the best hotel that’s close and has room service?”
She nodded. “Yes, please.”
“I’m taking you to the Hilton. They are great about taking care of their guests, and the food is awesome.”
“That would be wonderful.” She didn’t care if it was a cardboard box at the moment. She just needed to lie down.
Within a few minutes, they pulled under the hotel awning. She heard Franky talk to someone outside her door and just waited.
“Take good care of her.”
“You got it, Franky.”
The door opened, and she tried to smile.
“Oh, my. Let’s get you inside.”
The man helped her out of the car, into the hotel lobby, and up to the desk.
“Hey, Robin, we’ve got a sick girl here.”
The woman looked instantly concerned.
“Let’s get you checked in. Do you have a credit card?”
Eden nodded. “Yes, it’s in my purse.”
Robin helped her get it out. “I’ll have Elliot take you to your room. I’ll have someone else bring a few things I think you might need.”
She couldn’t get over how helpful everyone was.
“I hope you get well soon.”
“Thank you, Franky, for all your help.”
“I am glad I was here.”
The man walked away.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hospital?” Robin asked.
Eden shook her head. “No. It’s just a cold and a broken heart.” God, why did she have to say that?
Robin looked even more sympathetic. “We’ll get you taken care of. Please call down to the desk once a day. Just tell them your name. That’s so I know you’re okay on your own.”
“I can do that.”
“Good. I’ll leave a note for the desk, so everyone knows the situation,” Robin said.
Eden smiled. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“Let’s get you better. That’s all I care about.”
A young man ran up with a huge basket of things. “Hey, Robin. I think I have everything. They helped me in the shop.”
“That’s great, Austin. I’ll take a picture to make sure. When you call later, we’ll have more to bring you, and we don’t want to wake you up. Now, they’ll get you up to your room.”
“You all are a godsend,” Eden said and walked behind the two young men.
The elevator rose to the second story.
The one opened the room and set her suitcase and purse on top of the table. The other boy set the basket on top of the bureau by the TV. Eden went to her purse and pulled out some money.
They held their hands up. “No, ma’am. You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to, and you’ll take it,” she said and smiled, giving both a twenty-dollar bill. “Thank you all so much.”
“Call down if you need anything, and the kitchen is open twenty-four hours a day.”
“That’s good to know.” She walked them to the door and waved as they walked away.
She immediately locked the door and closed the curtains. She had wanted to undress but didn’t have the energy. She fell on top of the bed, rolled up in the comforter, and passed out.