Luke said.“I hate the hospital,” Blair told him. She was lying in bed, wide-awake, and when the phone rang, she jumped on it. “I told them I’d come back tomorrow for tests. Amanda is not allowed to drag me to the hospital again.”“Amanda did the right thing,” Luke said.“By calling you?”“That too.”“You want to save me.”“No, Blair. I know I can’t do that.”“You do. You wrote a movie about the boy who should have saved me. And now you want that chance.”“No.”“I didn’t need saving then, Luke. And I don’t need saving now. That’s your fantasy, not mine.”Luke didn’t say anything for a moment. She could hear him breathing.“Where are you?” Blair asked.“Back in the mountains. At my cabin.”“You left your wife?”“Yes.”“You doing OK?”“OK would be a stretch.”“You want company?”“Here?”“I could take a drive. See the hermit in his lair.”“My god, Blair. I would love that.”“How long does it take to get to you?”“An hour.
