“What he needed was blood. We got that for him. The question is whether it was soon enough.”
“An hour ago, I didn’t want to know where that blood came from,” I say. “Now I do.”
“Kayden donates generously to a hospital nearby,” he supplies.
“That was a fast answer.”
“And an honest one,” he says.
“If it is—”
“It is,” he says firmly.
“Then it’s a better answer than I’d expected.”
He studies me a long moment, his intelligent brown eyes weary. “You’re very calm about all of this.”
“Considering I drew a gun on Kayden, I doubt he’d agree,” I surprise myself by saying, not sure what I hope to get in reply.
“There’s a new twist on foreplay,” he says, and any other time it would be funny. But not now. Not in this room.
“You aren’t going to ask why I did it?”
“Having someone’s life in your hands is a lot of pressure,” he says, getting right to the crux of my emotions.
“Says the doctor covered in the blood of the man I tried to save.”
“He wouldn’t be alive right now, if not for you. What you did took a level head and training.”
“Tell me that if Enzo lives.” I glance at his blood-soaked clothes. “Do you want me to get you something of Kayden’s to change into?”
“My clothes are the least of my worries right now,” he says, a hint of his native Canadian accent in his voice I’ve never noticed before. It must be stress induced. “But thank you.” He studies me intently. “Where did you get medical training?”
“My father was some sort of Special Forces and trained as a medic. He taught me.”
He arches a surprised brow. “Did you get your memory back and forget to tell your doctor?”
“Small pieces of things are slowly coming back to me, as you said they would. But I’m a little concerned. Tonight I blacked out in the middle of my flashbacks.”
“Define ‘blacked out.’?”
“I was angry at Giada for calling Gallo and—”
“She’s why he was here?”
“Yes, she is. I was furious at her, and it triggered a memory. One minute I was giving her a piece of my mind, and the next I was shaking her shoulders without any memory of doing so.”
“She’s the reason we had to move Enzo. She’s lucky it wasn’t me. What else?”
“When I was walking up the stairs to find you, I got lost in a memory, and then I was at the top level and I don’t remember the steps. It also happened about an hour ago, when I was changing clothes.”
“Has it happened before tonight?”
“No. Not like this.”
“Then I’d say it’s stress and trauma. If it continues for more than twenty-four hours we’ll run tests, but I don’t think it will.”
I give a nod, comforted by his lack of concern, and by the easy friendship I feel with him. “I know Kayden hasn’t told me everything.”