Sydney felt her chest hurt with every breath. She didn’t think Coen was right. And if he was right, then she would be in deeper shit.
When they came to the emergency room, Coen guided her to the chair then approached the front desk, taking care of all the paperwork and admission papers. When the nurse took them to the back, Coen kept his arm around her waist and held her tightly. Sydney felt tired and weak , like she couldn’t get enough air.
The nurse handed her a gown and told her to change.
Coen sat in the chair and watched her. When she lay in bed, he pulled the covers over her then held her hand, leaning over the bed. His fingers gripped hers tightly. He ran his fingers through her hair and watched over her, his eyes never leaving her face.
They took a few x-rays and blood samples. When the results had returned, the doctor came in.
“Mrs. Marshall?” he asked.
“That’s me,” she said before she coughed.
“According to tests, you have severe pneumonia, which needs to be treated immediately. The nurse will give you some antibiotics and we’ll be monitoring you for the rest of the evening. You came in just in time.”
Coen looked at him. “Will she be okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” he said with a smile.
Coen breathed a sigh of relief.
“We’ll release you in the morning.” He left the room and closed the door.
Sydney stared at the ceiling, feeling the tension increase. Now she knew she had been wrong. “Go ahead and say it.”
“Say what?”
“You were right,” she whispered.
“Sydney, I don’t give a shit about being right.”
She looked at him. “You don’t?”
He kissed her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Her eyes softened.
“But we need to have a serious talk about this.”
She sighed.
“You work way too much. You need to take a step back. I think you should still drop that Ecology course. It’s an extra lab you don’t need. And you aren’t working on Wednesdays. That’s final.”
“I didn’t realize it was so bad,” she said quietly.
“It’s okay,” he said as he squeezed her hand. “I know how stubborn you are. When you are motivated, you become blind to signs you don’t want to see. Which is why I’m here. I’m really sorry if I overstepped my boundaries. But I’ve always had your well-being at heart.”
“I know, Coen.”
“So, you’ll take it easy from now on?”
“I’ll be more conscious about it.”
“Thank you,” he said. “And we’re missing something.”
“What?”
“You owe me an apology.”
“I’m sorry for everything.”
“And don’t ever kick me out of the house again. By law, half of that house belongs to me.”
“I won’t,” she said. “I was just so upset.”
“I know.” He kicked off his shoes then lay in the bed beside her.
“You aren’t supposed to do that, Coen.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered. “You’re my wife. I sleep with you.”
“And we definitely can’t do what we normally do when we go to sleep.”
He smiled. “We could try.”
She shook her head. “You’re terrible.”
“It makes it more exciting that way.”
She grabbed his left hand and felt his wedding band. It was smooth and warm, heated by his skin. She loved seeing him wear it. Since they day they were married, he’d never taken it off. And she never wanted him to. She never removed her s, especially since Coen would have a panic attack about it. But that was okay because she didn’t want to take it off anyway.
6
When Sydney went home the next morning, she showered then got dressed.
Coen had a look of murder on his face. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
She stilled. “I’m being treated and it’s not contagious. I can still go to school.”
He glared at her.
The look made her feel uneasy. Coen got angry about a lot of things, but he never silently threatened her before. She could read the intent on his face, the uncontrollable anger he felt toward her.
He grabbed her by the arm then
When they came to the emergency room, Coen guided her to the chair then approached the front desk, taking care of all the paperwork and admission papers. When the nurse took them to the back, Coen kept his arm around her waist and held her tightly. Sydney felt tired and weak , like she couldn’t get enough air.
The nurse handed her a gown and told her to change.
Coen sat in the chair and watched her. When she lay in bed, he pulled the covers over her then held her hand, leaning over the bed. His fingers gripped hers tightly. He ran his fingers through her hair and watched over her, his eyes never leaving her face.
They took a few x-rays and blood samples. When the results had returned, the doctor came in.
“Mrs. Marshall?” he asked.
“That’s me,” she said before she coughed.
“According to tests, you have severe pneumonia, which needs to be treated immediately. The nurse will give you some antibiotics and we’ll be monitoring you for the rest of the evening. You came in just in time.”
Coen looked at him. “Will she be okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” he said with a smile.
Coen breathed a sigh of relief.
“We’ll release you in the morning.” He left the room and closed the door.
Sydney stared at the ceiling, feeling the tension increase. Now she knew she had been wrong. “Go ahead and say it.”
“Say what?”
“You were right,” she whispered.
“Sydney, I don’t give a shit about being right.”
She looked at him. “You don’t?”
He kissed her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Her eyes softened.
“But we need to have a serious talk about this.”
She sighed.
“You work way too much. You need to take a step back. I think you should still drop that Ecology course. It’s an extra lab you don’t need. And you aren’t working on Wednesdays. That’s final.”
“I didn’t realize it was so bad,” she said quietly.
“It’s okay,” he said as he squeezed her hand. “I know how stubborn you are. When you are motivated, you become blind to signs you don’t want to see. Which is why I’m here. I’m really sorry if I overstepped my boundaries. But I’ve always had your well-being at heart.”
“I know, Coen.”
“So, you’ll take it easy from now on?”
“I’ll be more conscious about it.”
“Thank you,” he said. “And we’re missing something.”
“What?”
“You owe me an apology.”
“I’m sorry for everything.”
“And don’t ever kick me out of the house again. By law, half of that house belongs to me.”
“I won’t,” she said. “I was just so upset.”
“I know.” He kicked off his shoes then lay in the bed beside her.
“You aren’t supposed to do that, Coen.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered. “You’re my wife. I sleep with you.”
“And we definitely can’t do what we normally do when we go to sleep.”
He smiled. “We could try.”
She shook her head. “You’re terrible.”
“It makes it more exciting that way.”
She grabbed his left hand and felt his wedding band. It was smooth and warm, heated by his skin. She loved seeing him wear it. Since they day they were married, he’d never taken it off. And she never wanted him to. She never removed her s, especially since Coen would have a panic attack about it. But that was okay because she didn’t want to take it off anyway.
6
When Sydney went home the next morning, she showered then got dressed.
Coen had a look of murder on his face. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
She stilled. “I’m being treated and it’s not contagious. I can still go to school.”
He glared at her.
The look made her feel uneasy. Coen got angry about a lot of things, but he never silently threatened her before. She could read the intent on his face, the uncontrollable anger he felt toward her.
He grabbed her by the arm then
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