TWENTY-SIX
"Oh s**t. Dr Miller!" an unfamiliar voice hissed. "Dr Miller!"
I opened my eyes to see an orderly pacing around my bed, hissing for Dr Miller. I looked around for the elusive Dr Miller, before realising he meant Caitlin. She still sat on the chair beside the bed, but her head rested on her arms on my pillow as she slept soundly.
"Shhh, don't wake her," I told the orderly.
He wrung his hands. "But she'll get in trouble if Dr Hogan sees her here asleep and she's on her way."
"Then let me," I said softly. "Caitlin, angel. It's Nathan. Wake up, angel."
I reached out and stroked her hair lightly. It was softer than I remembered and much longer, too. "Caitlin, wake up, it's Nathan." I took her hand in both of mine and squeezed her fingers gently. "Wake up, angel."
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