The_Color_of_Love_-_Radclyffe (Рэдклифф) - страница 24

Derian glanced across Henrietta’s still form and met her eyes. “I’ve got Emily here with me. I snuck her in. I told them she was my sister.” Derian laughed, her gaze still on Emily. “So not true.”

Emily flushed at the languorous drop in Derian’s voice. Why did everything Derian Winfield said sound as if she was being touched by the words? She glanced down at Henrietta and finally reached over to touch her arm beneath the edge of the white and blue striped gown. Relief flooded through her, rinsing the taste of fear from her mouth. Henrietta’s skin was supple and warm, alive. “Hi, Henrietta. You’re going to be all right—no exaggeration. The doctors are on top of everything. All you need to do is rest and…”

Henrietta’s lids fluttered and Emily caught her breath. She glanced at Derian, who was staring at Henrietta with such intensity Emily almost believed Derian was willing Henrietta to wake up.

“Nothing wrong…with my brain,” Henrietta whispered, lids fluttering open. Her pupils were pinpoint, her gaze unfocused. Furrows creased her brow. “Fuzzy.”

“That’s because they doped you up.” Derian brushed a strand of loose hair away from Henrietta’s eyes. Her fingers trembled. “They probably didn’t want you bossing everyone around.”

“Ha,” Henrietta muttered feebly. “What…happened?”

“You had a bit of a spell,” Derian said, “but it’s all fixable. Nothing to worry about just now.”

“Don’t…snow me.”

Derian grinned. “Heart. Not too bad, but you’re gonna need some engine work.”

Henrietta’s lids fluttered close. “You…decide…”

“You got it.”

Emily started. She hadn’t thought about Henrietta’s next of kin. She suddenly hoped with all her being that it wasn’t Martin Winfield.

“All out,” Henrietta said with surprising strength.

“No problem.” Derian’s voice was gentle but her expression was fierce. “I know all about mechanics. I’ll make sure you’ve got another hundred thousand miles under the chassis.”

Henrietta’s mouth twitched into a smile. After a long moment, she whispered, “Take care of…the rest…two of you.”

Derian’s eyebrows rose, and she glanced at Emily. “Don’t worry. We’ll have it all covered.”

Emily wasn’t sure what Henrietta intended by that, but nothing mattered now except Henrietta getting well. She wasn’t sure she could bear too many more days or nights in the hospital. She’d do anything for Henrietta, except stand vigil while she slipped away. She squeezed Henrietta’s arm. “It’s going to be all right. Derian will see to it. I love you.” She backed up, avoiding Derian’s gaze. “I’ll…be outside.”