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“Can you go track down the nurse with the paperwork? I want to get out of here before they come up with a reason to keep me.”
Amy and Kelsey, who arrived when Harlow and Flynn had to leave, both look at me strangely.
“Are we in a hurry?” Kelsey asks.
“I just want to shower, put on my clothes, climb into my own bed, and sleep for a day.”
“No problem, boss,” Amy says with a smile. “I’ll go find the nurse right now and see where she is on the discharge paperwork. We’ll be out of here before you know it.”
When Amy disappears in search of the nurse, Kelsey sits on the edge of my bed.
“Is something wrong?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know why I keep expecting him to care. He’s proven over and over that he doesn’t.”
“Legend?” Her brow creases in confusion. “But he was here all night.”
“No, my dad.”
Realization hits. “Oh God. I’m so sorry, Scarlett. I can’t believe ...” Kelsey trails off, but she doesn’t need to finish the sentence. And because of the history between my father and me, I’m certain she can, in fact, believe he doesn’t care.
“It’s fine. Let’s talk about something else.”
A thrill flares in her dark eyes. “Like Gabriel Legend? Because I can’t get over the fact that he waited with us, took our very passive-aggressive verbal lashings, and wouldn’t budge because he’s so hung up on you.”
Skeptical, I let my head fall to the side. “Or he feels guilty.”
“Shut up, Scar. You know that’s bullshit.”
I smile ruefully. “Okay, so maybe he likes me a little.” I glance down at the area where they cut me open. “Not that there’s anything I can do about it right now.”
“Well, you can’t really bang him, that’s true. But there’s no reason he can’t just get on his knees and apologize with his face in your pussy.”
“Kelsey Pak!”
She shrugs with a laugh. “Don’t you first-and-last-name me. It’s a great idea, and you know it.”
Eighteen
Scarlett
Later that afternoon,I put down my phone after replying to the group text between me, Ryan, and Christine. They wanted to make sure I was feeling okay and got the gift basket they sent.At least they care.
Flynn gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before she has to leave. “I can skip class if you want me to.”
“What? No. There’s no reason for that. I’ll be fine. I’m an adult, and I can get myself home without an entourage. Actually, it’s probably better if we keep it low key.”
“If you’re sure,” Flynn replies, uncertainty wrinkling her forehead. “Because it’s just a night class that I need for credits. I don’t actually care about the subject matter.”
“Go, Flynn. Thank you for being here as much as you have been. It means a lot to me.” I squeeze her hand one last time before releasing it—and her—from my hospital room.
“Good thing you’ve only got one appendix, because I’m in no hurry to do this again, and I’m sure you’re not either.”
Actually, I’m just glad the worst is over, and the pain is gone. She’s right. I never want to go through that kind of torture again.
From the corner, Amy smiles at Flynn’s sweet statement. “’Bye, Flynn,” she says as my former stepsister slips out of the room, leaving the two of us alone.
I smile at Amy, who has been amazing in every way, but she has to leave for her niece’s first birthday party by five, which I’ve forbidden her from missing.
