She was right. She had helped him before. Emily was one good thing--no, not a thing, a person-- in his life and Lochlann was absolutely certain he was going to ruin her.
When she reached out her hand Lochlann wanted nothing more than to take it, but he shook his head, put his hands on the bed behind them, and lifted himself up.
"Thanks," he said.
He wanted to touch her again but he couldn't let himself.
He was glad she wasn't dizzy, but he was still worried. He reached out like he was going to touch her--maybe brush the hair away from her face to look at her cut-- and, instead, shook his head and stuck his hand in his pocket to pull out his phone.
"My doctor is a real dick," Lochlann said. "But he will probably be nice to you, especially if you don't try to throw coffee on him. He'll do house calls."
Lochlann held out his phone, offering her the number for Dr. Hart from it.
"I'm sorry, Emily."
When she reached out her hand Lochlann wanted nothing more than to take it, but he shook his head, put his hands on the bed behind them, and lifted himself up.
"Thanks," he said.
He wanted to touch her again but he couldn't let himself.
He was glad she wasn't dizzy, but he was still worried. He reached out like he was going to touch her--maybe brush the hair away from her face to look at her cut-- and, instead, shook his head and stuck his hand in his pocket to pull out his phone.
"My doctor is a real dick," Lochlann said. "But he will probably be nice to you, especially if you don't try to throw coffee on him. He'll do house calls."
Lochlann held out his phone, offering her the number for Dr. Hart from it.
"I'm sorry, Emily."