As if I’d leave my dad’s side, but I understand what he’s saying. He can tell by my tone of voice and the mere fact that I reached out to him that I’m in no shape to be driving a car.
“Okay,” I say softly.
“He’ll be fine,” Hawke says reassuringly as I hear his car roar to life. I then hear the creaking of a garage door and I envision Hawke backing out.
“Okay,” I say, distrusting the confident statement. Because really, wasn’t this potential miracle cure just too good to be true?
“Vale?” Hawke says, and I blink my eyes to dispel the tears starting to form. “He’ll be fine.”
“I’m scared,” I say, my voice cracking under the weight of my fear.
“I know, baby,” he says gently. “But I’ll meet you at the hospital and you won’t be alone. Okay?”
The EMTs have Dad fully strapped in and he gives me a weak smile. They start to maneuver the stretcher to the front door. “I’ve got to go. They’re loading him up. I’ll see you at the hospital.”
I don’t wait for his response, but disconnect him immediately, afraid that any more soft words from him will be my complete undoing. While Dad is watching me, I need to remain strong for him.
I can always fall apart later.
Chapter 13
Hawke
I’ve only seen Vale look this way one other time in her life. The normally assured, confident, and self-aware woman is barely holding it together tonight. She looks lost.
Defeated.
And my heart aches for her.
The other time I saw her this way was on the morning she broke up with me. Lying in her bed, covers up to her chin. So vulnerably small and delicate.
Dave was admitted to Duke a little over seven hours ago. I arrived about five minutes after the ambulance to find a shaken Vale sitting alone in the waiting room of the emergency department.
Her head was bowed, her eyes closed, lips moving in what I believe was a silent prayer. As I approached, her face tilted upward and I know I shouldn’t have derived pleasure from it, but fuck…I did. She was relieved to see me.
She stepped into my arms as if she had never left them seven years ago. She laid her head on my chest, wrapped her arms around my waist, and I couldn’t help myself. I embraced her back, relishing in every inch of her touching me. I found solace in the familiarity that still existed between us. I kissed the top of her head and murmured words of assurance to soothe her. She shuddered once, and then went still except for her fingers, which clutched at me harder.
Ordinarily, waiting in an emergency room can take hours. Hell, sometimes it feels like days. But when you are a patient in an exciting and almost miraculous clinical trial that could eradicate cancer from the face of the earth, you tend to get treated like a rock star. Vale and I were still in midhug when a nurse collected us, gently ushering us down halls until we reached the emergency-room bay that held all the beds. She put us in a room separated by curtains with an empty bed, telling us that Dave was receiving an MRI and that Dr. Furhman was on his way in. She offered us something to drink, which both of us politely declined.
Vale and I sat beside each other on plastic chairs, clasping hands and silently ruminating. Dr. Furhman found us there twenty minutes later, looking serious as only a doctor can, but without that grave look that spells death.
“Your dad’s MRI looks good,” he said first, and Vale let out a shuddering breath of relief. “He was due to have one this week anyway, and as we had hoped, the prior inflammation caused by the virus has reduced significantly. The tumor itself hasn’t, but we don’t expect to see that start to shrink for another month at least.”
“Then what happened to him?” Vale asked as her fingers still clutched mine tightly.
“A secondary infection,” Dr. Furhman said calmly. “That’s what caused the fever, and probably the seizure, although that could have been from the inflammation caused by the virus. But your dad is stable and I’ve got him on a high dose of antibiotics and some steroids. We’ll monitor the fever, but I expect it will start to drop pretty quickly. This has happened in our protocol before, so it’s not a surprise.”
Dr. Furhman spent another fifteen minutes with us, answering a multitude of Vale’s questions. The woman knew her shit when it came to her father’s medical condition. The good doctor spent every minute patiently answering her questions and giving reassurances where he could without simultaneously giving false hope. Bottom line, he said, was that Dave’s prognosis was good and that he should be able to go home in a day or two.
Now it’s closing in on midnight and Vale is stubbornly refusing to leave her dad’s side. This I get. If it was my mom or dad, you’d have to pry my ass out of the chair. But Dave is starting to get a little cranky with his obstinate daughter, and I sense a fight brewing.
A nurse is in, checking his vitals. After she disposes of the thermometer sheath, she smiles and says, “Temperature’s at 99.1. It’s come down significantly, so all hail the antibiotics.”
“Still higher than normal,” Vale points out, and her dad rolls his eyes. For a split second, I almost think it’s the start of seizure, but then he shoots her a glare.
“My temp always runs a little high,” he tells the nurse with a wink. “And I’m actually feeling pretty good. Any chance I could get something to eat?”
“Sure,” the nurse says with a return wink. “Dr. Furhman put in some orders for a low-sodium diet. I’m sure they can send something up.”
“Excellent,” Dave says, and then turns his gaze to Vale. “Now I want you to get your butt home and get some sleep.”
“I’ll sleep here,” Vale says primly, and drops her gaze fast. I merely lean back against the wall, shove my hands in my pockets, and get ready to watch the fireworks.
“You most certainly will not,” Dave says firmly. “I’m going to eat me a roast beef sandwich, or something probably with less salt, and then I’m going to sleep. I don’t need you here.”
Vale isn’t swayed. “You may not need me here, but on the off chance something were to happen, I’d just as soon stay here so I can be close by.”
“Nothing’s going to happen—” Dave says calmly, but he’s cut off by the cutest snarl.
“You don’t know that. I just watched you have a seizure in front of me, which took ten years off my life.”
“But I’m fine now,” Dave placates.
“But you may not—”
“Enough,” Dave growls as he levels the sternest look I’ve ever seen him give his daughter. Normally he indulges her every whim, but even I’m feeling the sting of those words.
Vale’s eyes go wide and then she blinks at him in disbelief.
With a gentler voice, Dave tells her, “Honey, I get you’re worried, but you are doing me no good here. You’re only going to make me worry about you. So if you really want to help me, you’ll go home, get some food in you, and get a good night’s sleep. You can come back at the crack of dawn if you want, okay?”
It’s like a balloon deflating. Vale’s shoulders sag in resignation and she gives him a wan smile as she nods her head. Standing up from the bedside chair, she gives a suffering sigh and says, “Fine. I’ll go.”
Vale leans over the bedrail and kisses her father on the cheek. I push up off the wall, walk to the bed, and pat him on his lower leg covered in crisp, white sheets. “Take care, Dave. We’ll be back tomorrow.”