She lay there waiting for her heart rate to slow, the images from the repetitive nightmare still vivid in her mind. She turned her head and glanced at the clock. It was just after one. With a groan she lifted herself on her elbow and punched the pillow. Clutching it to her chest, she turned over. ‘It’ll be better when I’m out of here,’ she told herself. ‘Hospital beds are notoriously uncomfortable.’ A small fractured cry left her lips as the shadowy figure in the chair rose. ‘What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.’ Erin experienced the confusing rush of emotions that she always did when she saw him. If a nurse came to take her pulse at that moment Erin knew her chances of going home the next day would be nil! It was far more likely that she would find herself rushed to Intensive Care and put on life support! His long lashes fell in a screen against the angle of his cheekbones as he stretched and dragged both hands through his hair. ‘I was passing.’ He did not mention that he had been passing last night, too.
