This was because Faye was sitting by the bed, bent over her book, focus entirely on it but her arm was stretched out and she had her fingers curled around Malachi’s forearm.
And Malachi’s light brown eyes were open, his head slightly turned on the pillow and his focus was entirely on Faye reading to him.
But even with the bruising on his face, it was plain to see he thought God had sent an angel to his bedside to tell him a story.
Chace felt his throat close and held perfectly still.
Then Malachi’s eyes shifted to him and his entire body got visibly tight.
“Faye,” Chace called gently, she stopped reading and her head came up.
But as she began to turn her head to look at him, she saw Malachi.
He saw in profile as her face got soft and her lips parted right before she whispered, “Malachi.”
His eyes shifted to her with barely a movement of his head.
She rose to a squat above her chair. Leaning in partially she kept her voice at a whisper when she said, “Hey there, honey. You sure took a long nap. We were getting worried. Welcome back.”
He just looked at her.
“I’m Faye,” she told him. “But you know me, don’t you?”
He didn’t say a word or move his eyes from her.
Faye kept going.
“That’s Chace, I told you about him. Chace Keaton. He works at the Police Station. He’s a detective. He bought you your Swiss army knife and your sleeping bag and some of your food. Remember?”
Malachi didn’t move or speak.
Faye didn’t give up.
“Over there, that’s my Mom. Her name is Sondra Goodknight. She brought you some warm pajamas that they said when they move you out of here, you can wear.”
Malachi kept looking at Faye a second then his head turned on the pillow for a glance at Sondra before he looked back at Faye.
Sondra got up, got close to the bed, Malachi’s eyes moved back to her and she reached out two fingers to touch the blanket by his side but not him.
“Nice to meet you, Malachi,” she said gently. “Now, I’m going to go get the nurse. They need to know you’re awake. All right?”
Malachi didn’t answer. Sondra looked to Faye then to Chace then she moved slowly out of the room.
Chace took a step toward the bed but stopped when Malachi’s eyes shot to him and his body stiffened.
Faye noticed it too. She came up fully out of the chair but stayed bent to him.
“He’s okay, honey. Chace is a good guy. I promise. He’s a good guy.”
Chace forced his voice to very quiet when he said to the both of them. “I’m good right here. Malachi can tell me when he’s okay with me bein’ closer.”
Faye had turned her head his way and she nodded then she looked back at Malachi.
“See? Chace is a good guy, honey. You can trust him but he’s such a good guy, you can take your time doing that and he’ll be patient. Promise.”
The nurse came in and she was smiling at Malachi. “Well, look at you, awake and showing us your pretty, brown eyes.”
Malachi watched her warily as she approached his bed until Faye straightened and his eyes cut back to her in a way that made Chace’s body get tight.
“I called the doctor,” the nurse said. “She’ll be in soon and, I’m sorry but we’ll need room, Malachi will need privacy and visiting hours –”
“It’s okay,” Faye cut her off. “We’ll give you what you need.”
She leaned back down to Malachi, Chace braced and it happened when she told him, “I’ll be back tomorrow to read –”
His body knifed up, his bandaged hand darted out and batted at the book in her hand which fell to the mattress then he lunged toward her and rounded her neck with his arm with such force, he took her torso into him at the bed.
“Fuck,” Chace whispered, starting toward the bed but the nurse was on them and looking at Chace.
“Get another nurse.”
Chace turned instantly and moved to get the nurse, not wasting any time and when they rushed back, Faye was sitting on the bed, bent deep into Malachi, his arm still tight around her neck and she was murmuring to him.
The other nurse approached immediately.
“Maybe you can explain this attachment,” she whispered.
Chace didn’t delay. “She’s been feedin’ him and keepin’ him in books. They met five minutes ago for the first time but that doesn’t mean she’s not the only thing he’s got.”
“Right,” she whispered and moved toward Faye and Malachi.
Chace approached cautiously and was careful to stop where he’d stopped before, no closer.
“I’ll be back, buddy,” he heard Faye whisper. “Tomorrow. First thing. I promise.”
Malachi didn’t say anything and kept his arm tight around her.