Forty-Eight | Cole
Forty-Eight
Cole
“Thanks, I’m okay,” I said quietly, holding the phone to my ear and speaking in hushed tones as I spoke to my mom. “I’ll let you know if anything changes. Thanks for taking the kids home, I appreciate it.”
“Of course. If you need us, call. We’re going to grab food on our way home, but I can always have Dad drop something off at the front desk for you if you’d like.”
“I’m good. I don’t have much of an appetite.”
I stared down at the floor as the sound of the monitors filled the silence around me.
It had been three hours since I’d been allowed to sit with Lyric, and she still hadn’t woken up.
Several nurses and doctors had come in to check on her and the babies, but I was starting to get concerned that she wouldn’t wake up.
I hung up with my mom and set my phone on the table beside me as I shoved my hands through my hair and let out a soft groan of frustration. I felt helpless, unable to do anything for Lyric, and hated that I had to leave everything up to fate or whatever the fuck was responsible.
“You should eat,” a soft voice said, the words barely audible.
I whipped my head up and stared in disbelief as Lyric’s eyes fluttered open and she slowly looked around the room.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I whispered, leaning in to grab her remote before pressing the call button for the nurse several times. I set it down and then gently cupped her face, thankful she was awake. “You gave us quite a scare.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” I said right as the door opened and a nurse walked in. She stopped and stared in disbelief as Lyric slowly turned to look at her.
“Well, look who’s awake,” the nurse said softly, propping the door open with her foot before leaning her head out and calling to someone else. “Tell Doctor Rodriguez she’s awake, please.”
She came inside, letting the door close behind her as she approached the other side of the bed. Her attention was immediately on Lyric as she looked her over before turning to check the monitors. A few seconds later, the doctor came in.
I stood up and moved out of the way, giving them space to work.
“I’ll come back in a few,” I promised her before slipping out the door to give them space to take care of the woman I loved.
I stepped into the hallway, leaning against the wall as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed my mother. She answered on the first ring.
“Did you change your mind on dinner?” she asked.
“Lyric is awake,” I said, smiling as my heart flooded with warmth, hoping that everything would be okay after all.