“Yep. Set it down on the nightstand.” Gray stood and lifted her back into bed, before pulling out his wallet and handing the guy a fifty.
“Whoa. You’re a good tipper,” Immy said.
Gray just grunted as the guy left with profuse thanks.
“Look, I don’t want to be rude but Maeve is tired. I need to get her fed and put her back down for a nap.”
Oh, good Lord.
Immy sent her wide eyes. “A nap, huh?”
“Yes,” Gray said.
“What is the doctor saying about when you’ll be discharged?” Jenner asked.
“I think they’re going to decide today.”
“When Maeve is discharged, she needs to come home,” Sampson stated.
Crap. She could see there was going to be another argument.
Gray folded his arms over his chest. “Back to the place where her stalker tried to drown her. I don’t think that’s wise.”
“I’ve got extra security coming,” Sampson told him. “She’ll be safe.”
“Maeve?” Jenner asked gently. “What would you like to do?”
She didn’t know. She didn’t want to go near the pool. But still . . . where else would she go?
“I want . . . I don’t know. I don’t like that he knows where I am. And I don’t want to go near the pool. However, I don’t . . . I just . . . I don’t . . .”
“Whoa, calm, baby. We’ll figure it out, okay?” Gray placed gentle hands on her shoulders. “Just concentrate on your health, first. All right?”
“Yes . . . okay.” Her breathing slowed, coming easier. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”
“You’re not a mess,” Immy said, sounding like she was in pain.
“Definitely not,” Jenner added.
“No, you’re not,” Gray told her with a frown. “And I don’t want to hear that shit.”
Immy sucked in a breath, staring at him with wide eyes, but Maeve just smiled. Gray might not be the comforting, there-there type. But she kind of liked his blunt version of reassurance.
It was straight to the point and no frills, but you knew where you stood with him.
“Fine. Let us know if you’re being discharged, Maeve,” Sampson told her. “There’s a new phone in your bag with all our numbers. All right?”
“But how do I get into the phone?”
“There’s no security code,” he told her.
Relief filled her. “Okay. Yep.”
“You don’t need to be scared,” Sampson told her. “That asshole won’t get to you again. Did you tell the hospital this was an accidental drowning?” Sampson asked Gray.
“Yep.”
He had? She hadn’t realized that. Then again, her brain was kind of fuzzy today.