He stayed silent.
Reaching out of the shower, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me before I stepped out and pushed passed him. He reached out for me.
"Just don't, Aidan." I took a deep breath.
"I don't like him, Lilli, and I don't want him around you. He is clearly trying to—"
"Aidan, he was trying to ruffle your feathers on purpose. I have made it clear to Demitri that I am with you, but that isn't good enough," I turned around to look at him, "even after our conversation earlier tonight."
His face was pained, slight anger lacing it, but I couldn't think about that at the moment.
"I just...I'm sorry."
"I get that." I said a little too curtly. "I just need to be alone right now. I'm angry and I just...I need to be alone."
Leaving Aidan in the bathroom by himself, I quickly got dressed and headed to the library to be alone.
I sat trying to read for a couple of hours, but I couldn’t focus. After reading the same paragraph three times, I decided to head to bed.
Upon entering the bedroom I saw that the bed was empty. I climbed in and quickly fell to sleep.
I'm not sure how long I'd been asleep before my cell phone ringing woke me up. Rolling around to grab my phone from the nightstand, I had to sit up to find it. In that instance, I realized I was in bed alone.
Momentarily, I wondered where Aidan was, but the ring tone of my phone sunk in. It was my father. Panic assaulted me.
"Hello? Dad?"
Chapter Nine
Road Construction Truck
Lilli
Millie hadn't called me back during my drive to Winter Harbor and I was losing my mind. Finally, I reached the hospital and rushed inside to the main desk.
"Lilli Snowe?" I was known too well from having been her with my father so many times.
"Where is he?" I panted.
"Third floor honey, room 314," I was already rushing to the elevators before she finished speaking.
The familiar ding of the elevator brought me out of my worry and fears. I burst into the small waiting area and followed the signs to room 314.
Millie sat next the hospital bed and, as I took in my father, I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks. His skin was pasty white and his lips were tinged blue.
"Oh, baby," Millie rushed to my side before I could collapse to the floor.
"W-what h-happened?" I got to the side of his bed and placed my hand on his arm.
"His heart is just weak, baby." Millie rubbed my back; she was really becoming like that mother figure a nanny to a rich child would be. "He is stable and is number one on the donor list for surgery."
I sobbed into Millie's shoulder for at least an hour before finally settling enough to set up camp in his room. We had been there for an entire day; taking turns going outside or to get food. I had spoken with Aidan twice, convincing him to stay in New York.
Dixon and Phoebe showed up in the afternoon, both converging on me with a swarm of 'what do you need', 'what have the doctor's said', 'what can I do'. I loved them, but I had to kick them out of the room before I killed them.
Day two arrived and Donald was still in his medically induced coma. Doctor Larken arrived during his afternoon rounds.
"Ms. Snowe," he nodded. I didn't correct him. I was more concerned about his comments regarding my father. "It seems we have your father stable enough to transport him to Eastern Maine Med Center." He smiled at me and my eyes widened.
"Does that mean—?" He was already nodding.
"That means that we do indeed have a donor for your father and he will meet his new heart there." I latched onto Dixon who was sitting with me. "We will begin preparations for his flight in the next couple of hours."
"Flight?"
"Yes, in order for him to get prepped in time for the transplant surgery we need to have him flown." He returned his attention to the clipboard he was holding.
"So, I can't go with him?" I asked concerned.
Dr. Larken looked up at me and sighed.
"I'm afraid not, only medical—"
"I'm a nurse with flight clearance, can I go?" Dixon blurted out.
"Can he?"
"Well, we would have to run your credentials, but I don't see why not." He smiled widely and Dixon handed the doctor his medical badge.
"Thank you so much, Dixon," I hugged him tightly.
"No problem, Lil." He squeezed back. "By the way, you may want to call Aidan and tell him we are on our way to Eastern Maine so he doesn't drive to Winter Harbor." Dixon looked a little nervous and rubbed the back of his head.
"But, I told him—"
"Do you really think that would stop him?" Dixon shook his head.
Phoebe burst into the room with Millie.
"Is it true?! They have a donor?" I nodded and Phoebe covered her mouth and started jumping up and down.
I called Aidan and caught him right before he was about to take off.
"I thought I told you not to—"
"Like I'm going to leave you there alone."
"I have Dixon and Phoebe."