hate that you saw me like this.”
Kneeling, he took the washcloth and gently wiped her mouth. “I’m a doctor, Savannah. I’ve seen worse.”
A long sigh escaped her lips. “Not from me.”
She looked lost, like a child, and more than anything he wanted to ease her distress and take care of her.
“I’m going to carry you to your room, help you change out of your scrubs, wash your face and brush your teeth, then put you to bed.”
She closed her eyes for a moment then shook her head. “I don’t need you. I can take care of myself.”
“You’re sick. Let me help you.”
Her expression pinched, and he expected her to argue, but instead, her skin going gray again, she lowered her gaze. “No carrying. Just...just help me get to my room.”
Charlie steadied her as she stood, wrapped his arms around her waist, and walked with her to her room. He stayed close until she seemed steady on her feet in front of her en suite sink, where she washed her face, then brushed her teeth. He went to her bedroom, opened a drawer and pulled out an oversized T-shirt.
His T-shirt.
How many nights had he watched her pull on this shirt after they’d made love? Sleepily, she’d smile at him, then curl back up in bed. He’d tuck her in with a kiss, and then head to his place feeling like a million bucks. He’d never see that love-laden smile again. Never be the one to kiss her goodnight. He squeezed the worn cotton material between his fingers, then shook off the moment of nostalgia.
She was better off without him. Just look at what had happened to his mother. He had his career. His career was what was important.
“Here.” He held out the shirt through the bathroom door. “Put this on.”
She glanced at his offering, then bit into her lower lip.
“I’ll wait here while you change. If you feel sick again or need my help, call out. I’ll be right there.”
Taking the shirt, she nodded and shut the bathroom door.
The lock clicked and it echoed through his head that Savannah had forever closed off a part of herself to him.
As much as he tried to tell himself that was okay, as he sank onto the foot of her bed he wondered at his great sense of loss when going to Nashville was definitely for the best.
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