Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) by Alyssa Bailey Page A

member didn’t surprise him any. He knew how to handle them.
    “You, young lady, need to go to the hospital, and that’s that.”
    “No. Just give me some medicine.”
    “Cheyenne, he’s the doctor and if he thinks you should go then you need to go.”
    “No,” she hacked. “I’m not going. Either give me medicine or don’t. My father died in a hospital that was supposed to heal him.” She fell into a coughing fit. “I know it’s irrational. I do. But I just can’t.” She started crying so hard she vomited, making breathing all but impossible.
    “Look, doc. I get she needs to go, but she has some obvious issues over this whole thing. It isn’t going to make her better if she’s over anxious. I have a friend who is an internist and while this isn’t his normal realm, if he agrees to come to the house and check on her at least once a day, can we try it at home?”
    “Well, we could try but only for twenty-four hours.” He turned to Cheyenne. “You hear me young lady, just twenty-four hours. If you aren’t noticeably better, or if you get even a sliver worse, you go straight to the emergency room and have them call me.”
    She nodded her head and tried to smile with little success. Doc took down the information for Carter Taylor, MD and sent them on their way. Only after a steroid and penicillin injection, with several other medications and only after final assurances that she would be watched continuously and a phone call to verify Carter’s participation, did the doctor agree.
    Subdued, sick, and now a little worried about what all this dom attention would earn her, she moaned in the car as hot tears she hadn’t the ability nor the inclination to stem ran down her face.
    Quinn looked over and, putting a caressing hand on her cheek, he thumbed away the tears.
    “What’s the matter, baby? I know you aren’t feeling well. I wished you didn’t refuse the hospital, but I understand why you did. We’re going to try to do this your way, okay?”
    “I know you’re irritated with me, your doctor thinks I’m a nut, and Carter is probably angry with me. He has more work and now I’m going to expose your parents to this. I feel crappy about it, but I do really feel terrible.”
    “We know you’re sick, so don’t you worry. I brought in Carter so that you could possibly avoid the hospital, and while I have no doubt you will get a lecture from him about going to the doctor sooner, we will both leave that for when you’re well.”
    Carter agreed to give her twenty-four hours to begin to feel better, or he would directly admit her to the hospital. Quinn vowed to carry her in himself, kicking and screaming if she didn’t improve by the next afternoon. “Which may be the case, I fear.”
    Carter looked at Cheyenne sternly and said, “This little one isn’t going to give you any trouble because if she does, I’ll have an ambulance take her, then will order all her medication by injection. Then when she’s better, I’ll take her over my own knee. You might ask Susie how well that is to handle when it’s punishment and not play.”
    “No, no, I promise to get better. I promise I won’t need that.”
    “Just agree that you will go if I say it’s necessary.”
    She nodded her head.
    Luckily, for Cheyenne, she did improve. After being put to bed, Quinn stood guard over her and when he was on shift, he charged his parents to do the same. Under their care she did well. When she was fully recovered, and the medication cured the pneumonia, Quinn set about curing the stubbornness and working on the reasons behind it.
    It had been over two weeks since Cheyenne had been so sick and had two doms overseeing her recovery. Quinn had watched her carefully during that time and was confident that she was well enough to pay the piper.
    “Hey, I thought we’d stay in tonight.” Quinn’s statement was very casually given.
    Cheyenne looked at Quinn without speaking for a moment. “Okay, I guess, but I thought we