Page 94 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Respiratory rate improving.
“You feeling better?” I ask him.
Robbie nods.
“Good. You’re going to stay sitting up for a while, alright? Don’t lie down yet.”
I turn toward Mrs. Campbell.
“The attack is stabilized, but he needs to see a specialist as soon as possible to adjust his treatment. His current inhaler clearly isn’t strong enough.”
She physically collapses with relief.
“Thank you. Oh my God, thank you.”
Mary disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water for Robbie. He drinks in small sips.
“You were very brave tonight,” she tells him gently.
He gives her a shy little smile.
I pack away my equipment and check Robbie’s vitals one more time.
Everything’s stabilizing.
Only then do I realize my hands are trembling slightly.
Mary approaches me while Mrs. Campbell comforts her grandson.
“You okay?” she whispers.
“Yes.”
“Your hands disagree.”
I shove them into my pockets.
“I’m fine.”
She obviously doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t push.
Twenty minutes later,Robbie’s vitals are stable.
He’s regained color.
He’s breathing almost normally.
Mrs. Campbell stands with Robbie asleep in her arms.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she says, looking directly at me. “After the way I treated you…”
“It’s nothing.”
“No. It isn’t.”
She pauses.
“You know, when you first came to Glenfield, I was angry. Dr. McKinnon had been our doctor for forty years. He was our friend. Then you arrived—young, from the city—and everyone expected us to accept you like nothing had changed.”
