Lily
Cassidy and Tillie left the room, and Dad dragged a chair to the side of my bed and sat down. “How are you feeling, baby girl?”
“I’m okay, Daddy. I just want to see Maverick.”
He dragged his hands down his face. “I know.”
As I watched the clock on the wall tick forward, I started to feel better about an hour into the IV treatment. But I still had no word on Maverick, so my panic started again. Dr. Stone came back at about four a.m. and checked my vitals.
“Maverick’s out of surgery, but he’ll be in recovery for a while.”
“Take me to him.”
“Lil—” Mom started.
“No!” I snapped. “Goddammit, someone had better take me to my husband, or I’m gonna start breaking things.”
I removed the IV and swung my legs off the bed.
“f**k me, Lily,” Dad bellowed. “What the hell are you doing?”
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