My mouth pulls to the side. “Studying hard, you know? Dad expects me to ace this year to look good for pre-med programs.”
Craig shakes his head. “Get some rest, Devlin.”
I release a relieved breath. “Thanks, Uncle Craig.”
As Craig types on his laptop, I leave the office.
Blair hasn’t moved from where I left her, and that sends a satisfied hum into the pit of my stomach. She listened. Obeyed.
Before I can tell her the good news, the same nurse Blair argued with comes through the double doors.
“Miss Davis? We’re admitting your mom upstairs. Come with me, I’ll take you to see her.”
Blair jumps to her feet and abandons her cardboard coffee cup on a stack of magazines. “Is she okay?”
“She’s stable. The doctor taking over her case will likely run some tests to find out what caused her low blood pressure.”
The nurse walks briskly as she talks. Blair scurries to keep up on shorter legs. I tuck my arm around her waist as we follow the nurse to another bank of elevators.
It’s ridiculous, but I struggle against a bout of irritation. I wanted to tell Blair.
As the nurse directs us through the pristine hallway, Blair stiffens beside me.
“What’s wrong?”
“These are all private rooms. I thought hospitals had some where you share.”
“Your mom’s getting the best care possible. Isn’t that what you want?”
Blair shoots me a conflicted look. “Yes, but…aren’t private rooms expensive?”
Her brow pinches. The math is adding up in her mind. She’s probably factoring in the cost of the ambulance ride, and whatever the charges will be for the emergency room doctor.
“Here we are,” the nurse announces as we arrive at a room at the end of the hall.
Corner room. It’ll have a nice view of the mountain range that stretches across Ridgeview in the morning. I suppress a sigh. I did tell Uncle Craig to take the best care of Macy.
I shouldn’t worry. It won’t even put a dent in the account my parents dump money into each month. Their guilt money.
As if their money could substitute for real parenting.
Besides, if it drained the account, I have my personal accounts I’ve grown with my financial advisor through investments.
“Visiting hours are until 8pm, so you have about twenty minutes to see her.”
“Thanks,” Blair says.
The nurse nods and heads down the hall to the nurse’s station.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Uh, I’m not sure.” Blair glances anxiously at the hospital room. “I don’t have a ride home.”
“Yes or no?”
“No…?”
Sighing, I pull out my wallet. “Here.” I hand her a twenty. “Take a cab home.”