under the cloth, making eye contact with
her.
"Don't move
and you will be fine." Her warm breath rolled over his face and he rested his
chin on their twined fingers.
"I'm going to
put in some local now, Zoe. Don't move," Dr. Bob said.
She closed her
eyes and gripped Jonas' hand tightly. He ignored that she had just dished him
two minutes ago.
She kicked the end
of the bed with her boots to let everyone know how much it stung.
"Sorry, it's
not the nicest thing and I wouldn't bother for one stitch but you probably need
a few in that cut."
They both stayed
under the cloth with their gazes locked on each other while the doctor worked
sewing her up. He wanted to speak to her, tell her it was going to work out
between them if she would just give them a chance but with Lucy in the room it
just wasn't possible. With any luck he would get the chance to talk to her
later when they were alone.
The doctor took
the cloth from Zoe's face and smiled down at her. "I know you are going to
fight this but I want you to stay in overnight." He held up his hand when
she started to protest. "It is for your own good. You've taken a serious
hit to the skull, my dear girl and you were knocked unconscious. Twenty-four
hours observation and you can go home." He helped her sit up and watched
her skin pale and she swayed. "Don't feel so good do you?"
Using a gently
hand the doctor pushed her back to lay her head on the pillow. "Nurse will
call up to the ward and get you a bed for the night. I'll see you back here in
the morning and if you have a good night you can go home then."
He smiled gently
at Zoe, wrote a note on her chart and left the room.
Lucy came closer
to the bed and Zoe all but growled at her.
"Um, I'll
just go and call up to the ward. Won't be long."
She turned and
scuttled away.
"Oh sorry
Jonas. Maybe you wanted to speak to her," Zoe said in the sarcastic voice
Jonas was so used too. She scowled at him but Jonas saw the look of dejection
on her face.
"No and that
is something we will sort out when you are feeling better. This has gone on way
too long."
Zoe closed her
eyes and signaled the end of the discussion.
He held her hand
until Lucy came back with an orderly pushing a wheelchair.
"Your chariot
has arrived, madam," he said angling it to help her from the bed.
She let the
orderly take her arm and help her down. Lucy was standing ready to help but
backed off when she saw the look in Zoe's eyes. Jonas stepped in and took the
bulk of her weight. When she was settled he followed as the orderly pushed her
down the corridor to the ward.
"Here you
are, madam, your room is ready."
Another nurse
arrived to help Zoe out of her dirty blood soaked clothes and into a hospital
gown before tucking her into bed. By the time they had her settled a film of
sweat was moistening her top lip and her skin was pasty white. She lay back on
the pillow and Jonas pulled the chair close to the bed. He sat down and clasped
her hand in his.
"Sleep, Zoe.
I'm not going anywhere."
"Sir, you
can't stay here after visiting hours but you can come back tomorrow," the
nurse said as she tucked the sheets in.
"I'm not
leaving her, so deal with it."
"I'll have to
speak to the nurse manager about that, sir. It's not hospital policy to have
family stay overnight unless we are dealing with children." She grabbed
Zoe's chart and holding it to her chest, left the room.
"Don't go
upsetting everyone, Jonas. I'll be fine," Zoe said her voice soft.
"Sleep, baby,
I'll be here when you wake up. I can deal with a couple of nurses."
Her lips curved in
a small smile and Jonas watched her fall asleep her fingers twined with his.
Chapter Eight
Zoe tried to open
her eyes and winced. Her head was throbbing like she had the worst hangover. It
took her a few minutes to remember what happened and where she was. She lifted
her lids just a tiny bit and sighed. She had it right. Bloody hell, in hospital
again, the bane of her childhood. She had spent too many days
her.
"Don't move
and you will be fine." Her warm breath rolled over his face and he rested his
chin on their twined fingers.
"I'm going to
put in some local now, Zoe. Don't move," Dr. Bob said.
She closed her
eyes and gripped Jonas' hand tightly. He ignored that she had just dished him
two minutes ago.
She kicked the end
of the bed with her boots to let everyone know how much it stung.
"Sorry, it's
not the nicest thing and I wouldn't bother for one stitch but you probably need
a few in that cut."
They both stayed
under the cloth with their gazes locked on each other while the doctor worked
sewing her up. He wanted to speak to her, tell her it was going to work out
between them if she would just give them a chance but with Lucy in the room it
just wasn't possible. With any luck he would get the chance to talk to her
later when they were alone.
The doctor took
the cloth from Zoe's face and smiled down at her. "I know you are going to
fight this but I want you to stay in overnight." He held up his hand when
she started to protest. "It is for your own good. You've taken a serious
hit to the skull, my dear girl and you were knocked unconscious. Twenty-four
hours observation and you can go home." He helped her sit up and watched
her skin pale and she swayed. "Don't feel so good do you?"
Using a gently
hand the doctor pushed her back to lay her head on the pillow. "Nurse will
call up to the ward and get you a bed for the night. I'll see you back here in
the morning and if you have a good night you can go home then."
He smiled gently
at Zoe, wrote a note on her chart and left the room.
Lucy came closer
to the bed and Zoe all but growled at her.
"Um, I'll
just go and call up to the ward. Won't be long."
She turned and
scuttled away.
"Oh sorry
Jonas. Maybe you wanted to speak to her," Zoe said in the sarcastic voice
Jonas was so used too. She scowled at him but Jonas saw the look of dejection
on her face.
"No and that
is something we will sort out when you are feeling better. This has gone on way
too long."
Zoe closed her
eyes and signaled the end of the discussion.
He held her hand
until Lucy came back with an orderly pushing a wheelchair.
"Your chariot
has arrived, madam," he said angling it to help her from the bed.
She let the
orderly take her arm and help her down. Lucy was standing ready to help but
backed off when she saw the look in Zoe's eyes. Jonas stepped in and took the
bulk of her weight. When she was settled he followed as the orderly pushed her
down the corridor to the ward.
"Here you
are, madam, your room is ready."
Another nurse
arrived to help Zoe out of her dirty blood soaked clothes and into a hospital
gown before tucking her into bed. By the time they had her settled a film of
sweat was moistening her top lip and her skin was pasty white. She lay back on
the pillow and Jonas pulled the chair close to the bed. He sat down and clasped
her hand in his.
"Sleep, Zoe.
I'm not going anywhere."
"Sir, you
can't stay here after visiting hours but you can come back tomorrow," the
nurse said as she tucked the sheets in.
"I'm not
leaving her, so deal with it."
"I'll have to
speak to the nurse manager about that, sir. It's not hospital policy to have
family stay overnight unless we are dealing with children." She grabbed
Zoe's chart and holding it to her chest, left the room.
"Don't go
upsetting everyone, Jonas. I'll be fine," Zoe said her voice soft.
"Sleep, baby,
I'll be here when you wake up. I can deal with a couple of nurses."
Her lips curved in
a small smile and Jonas watched her fall asleep her fingers twined with his.
Chapter Eight
Zoe tried to open
her eyes and winced. Her head was throbbing like she had the worst hangover. It
took her a few minutes to remember what happened and where she was. She lifted
her lids just a tiny bit and sighed. She had it right. Bloody hell, in hospital
again, the bane of her childhood. She had spent too many days
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