CHAPTER 86
Her eyes drifted over to the counter. Piles of flowers dominated the space, spilling over into the sink. A bottle of Germ-X teetered on the edge, threatening to tumble onto the floor. Hospital. Why am I at a hospital? She tried to shift her weight. Wires attached to a white patch on the inside of her elbow prevented her from doing much and she grunted, frustrated. "Hey, take it easy," Vincent murmured, readjusting his ball cap. "You can't get all worked up, okay?" He eased down into a chair next to her bedside, as if resuming a position he'd been holding for some time. Two chairs just like it— one to his immediate right, the other positioned at the foot of the bed—sat like silent sentinels. Empty. But she got the feeling they hadn't been empty for long. "Wait. Crap." He bolte
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