Amelie’s POV
I want to go home. I hope nothing is wrong with my head. It is throbbing right now, but it should be since the doctor told me I have eight stitches on the back of my head. Luckily, it's hidden in my hairline.
They have just finished the last test, and the hospital porter is taking me back to my room in the emergency department. I really hope Nathan is waiting for me. He makes every situation feel better.
We reached the emergency department, opened the door to my room, and wheeled me inside. There on the chair is Nathan, his spectacular gray eyes watching me being brought in. I smiled and sighed, relieved he was there.
“Hi, baby,” Nathan smiled.
“Schmoopie,” I giggled.
“I’m glad the knock on your head didn’t make you lose your sense of humor,” Nathan chuckled.
He stood a
