“Nicole?” Elise’s shouted. Her voice sounded the same way it had when her son fell off his bike and didn’t get up right away. “Nicole!”
“Down here.” It came out weak and garbled. Would she leave, thinking I wasn’t here, if she couldn’t hear me over the car alarm? Sweat broke out on my upper lip. I tried again. “Over the ledge. Down here.”
Her face appeared at the top of the drop-off. Her skin was so pale compared to her dark hair that she reminded me of a vampire. “Hang on. I’m calling an ambulance and a fire truck.”
My throat clogged. “Just stay where I can see you, okay?” I knew it was stupid and childish, but if she didn’t stay in sight, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t start to think I’d hallucinated her and give up. It felt like I’d been down here for days.
Elise laid down and reached her hand over the edge. I raised an arm up, but it was much too far. Our fingers couldn’t connect. I wrapped my arm back around Alice.
Elise drew her arm back up. “I won’t go anywhere. You know Mark would kill me if I did.”
My laugh came out a bit crazy.
Then she was talking to someone on the other end of the phone. I heard my name, but I couldn’t be sure if she was saying it to the person on the phone or to me.
“They’re on their way,” she said to me. Her raised voice made me certain this time. “It won’t be long. I promise.”
It felt so good to hear her voice—to hear any voice other than my own. “How did you know it was me?”
“I recognized your car. I thought you were nuts for how much you loved that sparkly dragonfly Mark gave you to hang on your rearview mirror, but now I’m going to hug him for it. What happened?”
I had a suspicion that she was simply trying to keep me talking to make sure I didn’t go into delayed shock. I didn’t care. I filled her in on how Alice and I ended up perched on a rock at the water’s edge, including throwing the stones at my car.
By the time I finished, sirens drew close. The firemen hauled Alice up on a backboard and then brought me up after her.
As soon as my feet hit solid ground, strong, familiar arms wrapped around me. I collapsed against Mark and finally let myself cry. I owed whoever had called him a big thanks.
“If you wanted out of our engagement,” Mark whispered against my hair as my tears eased, “I’m sure we could have found an easier way than drowning yourself. It’s not till death do us part yet.”
I pulled back and gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. He leaned in and stole a long kiss.
A throat cleared beside us. “I have to take her to the hospital,” one of the EMTs said, “but you can ride along if you’d like.”
I didn’t dare look at my car as we passed to see what kind of damage I’d done. It wasn’t like I could drive it anyway. My spare set of keys was back at my house, and I was pretty sure I’d be prohibited from driving for at least a couple of days thanks to my head wound.
Tony at Quantum Mechanics was going to have a field day with the fact that I’d smashed up my car again.
Mark held my hand through the entire short trip to the hospital. I’d expected my mom to meet us, but she wasn’t there, not even after the EMTs wheeled me in to Emergency. Before I could ask Mark if someone had called her, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, and the muscles around his lips tensed. “It’s Chief McTavish. I have to take it.”
The doctor showed up at the same time, so I didn’t even get a chance to ask him when Chief McTavish returned to work. It had to be sometime while I was hanging out on the rock with Alice.
The gash on my head needed stitches, but my CT scan and x-rays came back clean. A nurse brought me a cookie and a glass of orange juice since I’d essentially donated blood to my t-shirt.
Mark stopped the doctor as he was leaving me, and they talked outside of my earshot. When I saw them together, it finally clicked why Dr. Santos’ name had sounded familiar. He was the doctor Mark had been hoping was on duty the day Sugarwood’s handyman Noah was attacked a few months ago. I was just grateful I hadn’t ended up with Dr. Johnson, the doctor Noah got. The man would have probably suggested Alice accidentally hit the gas and drove us into the lake.
Mark shook Dr. Santos’ hand and returned to my side. “He said everything looks good. I need to watch you for a couple of days for any signs of concussion.” He kissed my forehead, right next to the stitches. “Something I’m more than happy to do.”
His voice sounded casual, but the way he held his shoulders was off, almost like he was balancing a heavy load on them. And he didn’t lecture me about putting myself in harm’s way or going out to talk to Alice alone.
A quiver built in my stomach. Something was definitely wrong.
“Do I have a fatal brain bleed and everyone is afraid to tell me I only have hours to live?” I blurted.
Mark’s mouth drooped open. “What? No. Other than likely having a minor concussion, you’re fine.” His dimples peeked out. “Do you need me to pinky swear?”
I made a pouty face. “Maybe.”
It probably was my imagination playing tricks on me thanks to the possible concussion. Concussions could play with emotions and the ability to think clearly.
But that tension in Mark’s shoulders was still there, and as soon as the smile left his lips, I could see it even in the way he held his jaw. And my mom still wasn’t here. There was no way with how long it’d taken to run tests and get results that Mark hadn’t called her. Surely she would have been concerned enough to come.
Mark held out his hand to me. “Let’s get you home where you can rest. Elise said she’d call when there’s any news on Alice Benjamin’s condition, so we don’t need to hang around here.”
I shrunk back. It actually felt like he was trying to distract me. “Where’s my mom? Is she waiting at home?”
Mark’s shoulders slumped like a crumbling wall. “I told her you’d notice and wouldn’t be easily dissuaded, even with a head wound. She wanted me to try anyway.” He took my hand this time. “Let’s at least get to the car where we can talk privately.”
He inclined his head toward the thin sheet that separated my bed from all the others in the emergency room.
The concussed part of my brain wanted me to throw a temper tantrum and demand to know immediately what they were trying to hide from me, but a calmer part of me let Mark help me down off the bed and out to his truck. He stayed by me so I could use him as a stabilizer to climb in.
Some of the annoyance drained out of me. It was hard to stay frustrated with a man who loved you enough to think about the small things that might make you feel safe and comfortable.
Mark climbed in, but he didn’t start the car, almost as if he expected me to want to go somewhere other than home once I heard what he had to say.
“Your mom is with Chief McTavish,” Mark said.
