Taggert, I’m leaving.”Morgan stood in the open doorway of Laura’s hospital room, listening to her raised voice. Taggert was standing at her bedside, an agitated look on his face.“I’m glad you’ve arrived, Mr. Ramsey,” the doctor muttered.Laura turned her attention from the physician. “Morgan?”He allowed the door to shut, painfully aware of the desperation in her tone. “It’s me. What’s going on?” Halting on the other side of her bed, he was surprised as Laura lifted her hand, trying to make contact with him. He took her hand firmly. Her fingers were icy cold.“Morgan, I’ve made a decision,” Laura said, speaking rapidly because she didn’t want the doctor to interrupt. “I had a terrible night’s sleep here. I feel good enough to leave. I need my home in order to heal.” Her grip on him tightened. “Please take me home. I told Dr. Taggert I’d sign the release papers.”Automatically Morgan soothed her by stroking her hand. “Take it easy, Laura.” He lifted his gaze to the physician, who was standing with crossed arms, a scowl deepening on his brow.
