Page 65 of Grave Revelations (Prophecies of Angels and Demons #3)

Chapter 64

Simon

Simon yanked the sheets aside, staring down at his feet. The doctor had said physical therapy would begin when he could wiggle his toes. He glared down at them, willing them to move, but try as he might, they didn’t budge.

After three days of refusing pain medication, waiting anxiously for his gift and the feeling in his extremities to return, he was growing impatient.

A nurse came into his room, knocking once before she entered.

“Good morning, Mr. Carey. How are we doing today?”

He reached for the thin hospital blanket, draping it back over his bare legs. “The same.”

She glanced up, giving him a stern look. “Now, Mr. Carey. We won't have any of that negative talk today. It’s a new day, and that means it's a new start.”

He glowered at her, but she only met his stare, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe a little better than yesterday,” he relented.

Her brow fell. “That’s right. And tomorrow will be the best so far.”

“Would you pass me my laptop?” he asked, infusing some of the charm that usually worked on ladies into his voice.

“Not yet. It’s time for your physical. ”

He frowned as she came around the side of his bed, holding out a blood pressure cuff. He lifted an arm, letting her wrap it tightly. She pressed the button on the sphygmomanometer, and his vitals appeared on the screen.

“Looking much better than yesterday,” she said, removing the cuff. “Now, look up at the ceiling and tell me if you feel anything.”

He looked up. “I think I felt something just then.”

“I haven’t started yet.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, focusing with every ounce of energy he had on his numb appendages.

“All finished.”

He glanced down, watching as she replaced the blanket over his legs. He couldn’t even feel the brush of fabric over his skin. It was as if he didn’t exist below the waist.

Swallowing, he accepted his laptop, resting it on what may as well have been a laptop stand for the lack of pressure on his legs as the computer came down on them.

“Is there any chance it’s just delayed?” He had scoured the web for answers the doctors wouldn’t give him. The surgery was supposed to fix things, but after three days, he felt nothing.

The nurse patted his shoulder. “Have faith.”

Simon lifted his laptop, exhaling a long breath.

She left the room, closing the door behind her.

When she was gone, he opened his Ring app, typed in the passcode, and brought up the live feed, smiling as Rebecca rolled over in her bed. Alone. She was alone.

It had taken some time and effort to find the right person, but someone was always willing to hack a security feed—for a price.

The audio didn’t work in her room, and he couldn’t rewind to watch anything other than live footage, but he didn’t need to see every moment of her life. He only needed to check in to be sure she was safe. After all, it was his one purpose. To look after her.

And Simon would never fail her again.