and Chance Garrison pressed in. Vince grasped Manny’s hand, bringing it tight to his chest before relinquishing it slowly as Joel and the paramedic pulled Manny on in. Nolan swallowed when his gaze skittered across Manny’s legs as they slid past.
Manny didn’t miss the wince on Chance’s face, either. He hadn’t learned to control his facial reactions like the rest. From their expressions, he must have a compound fracture or two.
Manny wished he didn’t have any medical knowledge to compound his fear. He focused on his team, looking in at him through the side hatch.
Maybe not such a good idea.
Faces didn’t strain or squirm like that unless things were critical. His team could hide how bad things were, but the other skydivers approaching in waves behind them couldn’t.
“What happened to Brockton’s ankle?” Manny asked Joel.
“Hard landing.” Joel grinned. “Though not as hard as yours.”
“My fault. He probably got distracted watching me bite the dust.”
“Actually, he held his cool pretty good. He hurt his ankle because his legs took off running after you in midair before his feet ever hit the ground. Once he landed, he was the first one to you, sprained ankle and all. He didn’t even take time to click off his parachute, just dragged it behind him as he sprinted to where you’d crash landed.”
The image Joel’s vivid words created caused Manny to chuckle. “Ouch.”
Maybe laughing wasn’t such a good idea, either.
The hatch closed. Five noses and ten hands pressed against the outside of the glass, peering in at him.
Looking as if they feared they’d never see him again.
Manny lifted his hand, pressing his palm to the inside of the glass. Each teammate pressed their hand to his a moment before letting the next guy have a turn. Each mouthed something, most of which Manny couldn’t make out because the threat of tears over feeling thoroughly loved and cared for clouded his vision.
The helicopter lifted. Dust swirled. Hands fell and faces faded away. Images entered the oblique.
Sounds muted. Wind from spinning rotor blades ceased to roar through his ears. Sleep overtook him again. He figured someone stuck a sedative in his IV. Joel? Joel remained right beside him.
He would. Manny felt his prayers, his presence.
How could he even think for a blink that he’d be left alone or abandoned? Risking their lives together day in and day out had formed a brotherly bond stronger than Kevlar. He hadn’t realized how deep it ran until today.
Thank You. I’ll never take them for granted. Ever.
His pain eased. So did the anxiety. If he died today, he’d leave loved and he’d be okay. For all that, he was beyond glad.
Still—
My times are in Your hands, but I’d sure like the chance to live out my recovered faith. I’d also still love to be a PJ if You’d care to swing that in my favor.
Manny didn’t want to ponder all the things that could snatch the dream away, paralysis being one. He fought despair. He’d lived in its murk before, right after his toddler son drowned and his marriage imploded over it. He didn’t want to ever go back there. He’d rather die than never skydive with his team on rescue missions again.
Please don’t take that from me. But if You do, help me be faithful to You, even if my worst nightmare slaughters my dream.
A warm hand on his shoulder soothed and calmed him. Joel? Was he still here? What was that flowery smell? Did Heaven have hairspray and roses? Manny forced heavy lids open a pinch.
A thick head of stylish black hair bowed beside him. Full, red lips moved silently as though in prayer. If those features hadn’t given her away, the creamy caramel skin, courtesy of her Latin heritage, would have. His eyes saw, but his mind couldn’t compute. He stared unblinking at the last person he ever expected to be here at his side.
Celia Munez?
He’d recognize those ebony curls and characteristic cherubic cheeks anywhere, he’d stared at them enough.
Confusion spun his thoughts around. How did Joel’s wife’s best friend and co-teacher get in the helicopter with him?
Furthermore, why?
Especially after the way he’d treated her at Joel and Amber’s wedding reception? Celia and Manny’s parting words to one another had been guard-dog vicious.
“Ello,” he rasped. His throat felt like he’d swallowed razor wire.
Impossibly long lashes fluttered. Luminous almond eyes flickered open to stare at him. Startled first, then her face took on a look next that he could only interpret as expect no mercy.
Something like an anvil weighted his chest at the negative transformation.
“I knew Joel wouldn’t let me ride with these pretty flight nurses sans chaperone,” Manny slurred, attempting to break the ice with humor. The flight nurses had all been guys, except one who had to be his mother’s age.
Her eyebrows squished together. “You’re not only out of the helicopter, you’re out of your mind. You’re in the hospital. You had a great crash and a bad nap. Your nurse says it looks like you shattered your hip and your tailbone pretty good.”
“I’m surprised you’re here.” Manny swallowed. He longed for some water but doubted they’d even clear him for an ice chip.
A smirk bracketed her mouth. “Yeah, well, someone has to keep you in line. I made Joel and Amber and the rest of the parachute pack go eat. They’ll be back soon.”
By her rigid stance, not soon enough.
“What are you doing here?”
She folded arms tightly across her chest. “They asked me to come pray for you, so I did.”
In other words, if she had a choice, she wouldn’t be here.
I’m sorry.
The words tickled his tongue to tell her but she turned to stand by the window, putting her back to him. She sniffed and flipped hair over her shoulder.
He could take a far-from-subtle hint. She wasn’t up for chatting. Fine. He had better things to do than stare at her stiff back. Manny faced the wall opposite of where she stood. He counted how many ugly orange flowers coated the wallpaper and lost track of how much time passed.
Anything to delay being first to speak into the silence stilting the room.
Not one word, not even a huff came out of her. When Joel and Amber returned, Celia left without a parting glance at him.
The metal side rail creaked as Joel leaned on it. “What’s up with the scowl, Péna? You two have another altercation?”
Manny cast a sour look at the door
