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“Here.”

“Relation?” He asks.

“I’m her best friend, this is my husband.”

“Her parents?”

“They can’t make it, but I can put them on the phone right now, and they can let you know you can speak with me.”

“Do that.”

What a hardass. I dial Mrs. Maxwell and she answers instantly. “Courtney, baby, what’s going on. How is she?”

“Mrs. M, sorry, the doctor here won’t speak with me until you give permission, I’m gonna hand you over the phone.”

“Your daughter has a crushed ankle and a clean break of her femur. She needs surgery. We are prepping her now. No ma’am I doubt she will dance professionally again.”

My hand goes to my mouth. I look at Tex and he shakes his head muttering a curse. He squeezes my shoulder and the doctor hands my phone back.

“I’ll update you once the procedure is over.”

I can only nod. Amaya is never going to dance again…this will crush what is left of her.

Chapter 36

Amaya

I

wake to the sound of beeping and memories come flooding back. Blinking open my eyes I see Courtney and Big Tex sitting in the chairs next to my bed.

“Amaya?” Courtney asks the second I try to sit up. “Are you okay? I’m going to call the nurse.”

She moves out of the room and Big Tex stands. “You scared the hell out of us.” He looks exhausted.

“Were you guys here the whole time?”

“Yeah, you got out of surgery a few hours ago, your parents are on their way, we didn’t want to leave you here alone in case you woke.”

I try to reach for his hand, and when he notices what I’m trying to do he comes closer and touches my hand. “I’m so sorry for what I said.”

“Don’t, don’t be sorry, just rest, get better, get healed.” I nod, tears swimming in my eyes.

“Did, is, Tate?” I stutter.

He flinches and squeezes my hand slightly, shaking his head no.

That kills, worse than before. At least now I truly know he doesn’t give two shits about me. I’m in town, in an accident, and he doesn’t bother to call or check in on me. Nothing. He can rot for all I care.

I’m interrupted from my ranting in my head by the doctor coming into the room.

“Miss Maxwell, glad to see you awake. How’s the pain?”

The pain in my heart hurts the most, but I don’t say that. “It’s not too bad right now.” It’s mostly because I haven’t even let myself think about the pain to my body, not when I’m more hurt by Tate not being here.

He goes over a few things in my charts and as he drones on and on and on, I tune him out. “When will I be healed enough for dancing again?”

The energy in the room goes south, so south I feel a chill.


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