My day offā¦Penny collapsed on the streetā¦hospitalizedā¦
She hadnāt had time to fill me in on the details before a nurse called for her in the background. The lack of context sent my stomach into upheaval and my imagination spiraling down thorny paths.
How badly was Pen hurt? Was this a broken limb or something worse? Would they have to operate on her?
Dread clawed at my insides.
I shouldāve checked in on her earlier. Itād been a month since London, and Rhea gave me the occasional text update, but I shouldāve found time to sneak in a video call. Instead, Iād been buried in work and Xavier.
Logic told me Rhea wouldāve been more distraught if Pen were in serious danger, but logic always cracked in the face of frigid, debilitating fear.
Thankfully, Xavier didnāt ask questions or make conversation. He simply gunned through the streets, navigating jaywalkers and traffic with surprising dexterity...until we hit the gridlocked mess that was Midtown Manhattan during rush hour.
The lights were green, but traffic was so backed up, no one could move.
āWhat happened?ā I straightened, trying to make sense of the snarl of cars, pedestrians, and bicyclists weaving through the intersection.
āLooks like an accident.ā Xavier opened the driver-side, leaned out, and did a quick survey of our surroundings. āWeāre backed up for blocks.ā
Shit. My hands curled around the edge of my seat. We could be stuck here for hours, and I didnāt have hours.
What if Pen took a sudden turn for the worse? What if I missed out on seeing her for the last time byā
No. Donāt go there.
I fought for calm. Devolving into a hysterical mess wouldnāt do anyone any favors.
āIāll be right back.ā Xavier got out of the car fully. āIf traffic somehow disappears in the next five minutes, my baby is in your hands.ā He patted the top of his Porsche.
āWhat are youā¦?ā I twisted around to watch as he walked down the line of cars behind us and knocked on the window of the last one. The driver rolled it down, Xavier handed him something, and after a short exchange, the car reversed and turned onto a side street.
Thankfully, there were only three cars blocking us, and Xavier repeated this process with the last two until we were clear.
āChange of plans.ā He slid back into his seat and followed the othersā lead in reversing and rerouting. āThis next part might be bumpy.ā
āWhat did you do?ā
āGave the drivers three hundred bucks each to go the opposite direction.ā Xavier frowned at the side street, which was also clogged. āBribery works wonders.ā
āWe need to talk about the dangerous amount of cash you carryā shit.ā I clutched the doorās armrest, my heart leaping into my mouth as the Porsche swerved onto the sidewalk. āThis is not a road!ā
āIām aware.ā He plowed forward, two of the wheels on the sidewalk and two on the street, past a queue of blaring car horns and angry curses. āThere are no people walking here, and I can afford the fine.ā
āYouāve lost your mindāfuck!ā My heartbeat ratcheted up another notch when we nearly sideswiped a fire hydrant, and I didnāt breathe until we finally, finally turned on a new street and returned to proper driving.
As in, no sidewalk, only asphalt.
The incoming rush of oxygen made me dizzy. Note to self: never get in a car with Xavier behind the wheel again.
āYou need to get to the hospital. This is the fastest way we can get there,ā he said calmly. He drove with one hand; the other closed around over mine, interlacing our fingers. I stiffened with surprise. āDonāt worry, Luna. Weāll make it.ā
I stared at his profile for a second before my gaze drifted to our intertwined hands. His was so large it engulfed mine, and so warm the heat radiated up my arm, through my chest, and into my stomach.
He was focused on the road, and his act of comfort was a casual, unthinking one, but somehow that made it all the more intimate.
Emotion climbed into my throat, thick and sudden.
I missed sex because I hadnāt had it in a month, but I hadnāt realized how much Iād missed this. Non-sexual touches. Easy intimacy. Connection, in one form or another.
Maybe it was because I hadnāt had this in years, if Iād ever really had it at all.
I faced forward and squeezed Xavierās hand, letting his reassuring strength calm me. I didnāt care about displaying vulnerability in that moment; I just needed someone to hold on to.
Luckily, we didnāt hit major traffic again, and we arrived at the hospital in relatively short order.
āYou go inside,ā he said. āIāll look for parking.ā I didnāt argue.
For a random Wednesday afternoon, the hospital was packed, but since I was family, I easily made it past the front desk.
I checked my phone in the elevator. No new messages from Rhea, which I assumed was a good thing. Please let her be okay.
The doors slid open. I ran out, turned the corner, andā My stomach plummeted.
George and Caroline stood in the hall, him in a suit and her in a designer tweed dress. Their backs faced me, but I would recognize them anywhere.
Iād been so focused on seeing Pen I hadnāt considered their presence. Honestly, I wouldnāt have been surprised if they hadnāt shown up. They had a habit of ignoring her unless it was absolutely necessary.
They were talking to a nurse and hadnāt noticed me yet. Rhea, however, did. Our gazes locked before she deliberately turned, letting me take advantage of George and Carolineās distraction to slip into Penās room.
Iād deal with the fallout later. Right now, I needed to see her.
Pen appeared to be sleeping, but she stirred when I closed the door behind me.
She turned her head, her eyes widening with surprise. āSloane?ā
āHi.ā I mustered a faint smile even as I frantically scanned her for signs of grievous injury. She looked so tiny in the hospital bed, but other than a giant bandage over her forehead, I didnāt spot anything amiss. She didnāt seem to have any broken limbs, bruises, or contusions. āHow are you feeling?ā
āIām okay.ā Penās voice was thin but steady. āDonāt worry. Itās just a cut. Everyoneās freaking out over nothing.ā
āWhat happened?ā The knots in my chest loosened, but worry lingered in the spaces between them.
āItās so stupid,ā she grumbled, sounding her full nine years of age. āI fell and hit my head on the sidewalk. Thatās it.ā
āPen.ā I leveled her with a stern stare.
She heaved an aggrieved sigh. āI crashed while Annie and I were taking a walk. I hit my head on the curb and, um, almost got run over by a bicycle.ā
I bit back a curse and a litany of questions. Annie was Rheaās backup whenever Rhea had the day off. She shouldāve known better than to take Pen out at this time of day, when she was most likely to crash.