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Reluctant Rescue

... said. “I could never keep you out of fights.” “I know,” he grinned ruefully. “It was the thing about the hair. I had to fight or be picked on by the bullies.” “I know, baby brother. You bit off a little more than you could chew this time. I’m glad you’re ok. You’re not in ICU anymore.” He looked around and he was in a new room. “How long are they going to keep me here?” “I don’t know. They said something about three weeks. Your wounds are still draining and I know they won’t let you go until they take the drain tubes out. How are you feeling?” “I’m sleepy all the time. Are they giving me drugs?” “Yes, but I think they’re going to stop the morphine and start you on oral drugs as soon as you feel well enough to eat. Are you hungry?” “I’m starving.” “I thought you might be. We’ve got food. Shall I bring you some?” “What do you have?” “Don’t tell the nurses, but we got takeout from Outback. We’ll smuggle it in.” She left and in a few minutes, she came back. Gina and Andrea were with her and a tall, distinguished looking man with iron gray hair. “Laban, this is my father, Clifton,” Andrea introduced them. He came and pressed Laban’s hand. “I know you don’t want to hear this, so I’m only going to say it once. Gina told us that you’re uncomfortable with the whole ‘hero’ thing, but I’m a grateful man. I’ll always be in your debt for saving my baby’s life. If you ever need a friend, I’m your man. You don’t know what that means yet, but you’re going to find out that when Cliff ...

... Nordstrom is grateful, that means something.” “I just did what anyone would do under the circumstances,” Laban said. “I’m not even sure it was the right thing. I was just afraid they were going to hurt Andrea.” “Dad’s a career diplomat.” Andrea told him. “He’s the ambassador to the court of St. James.” “I have no idea what that means,” Gina said, “but our food isn’t getting any warmer.” “He’s the ambassador to England,” Laban said. “What did you get me?” His sisters knew what he wanted. He had a rib eye, a baked potato and a Caesar salad. They all got out their dinners and Andrea fed him. They talked over dinner and Laban discovered that Cliff was taking a leave of absence while Andrea was in the hospital. Her mother had passed away ten years earlier from a massive stroke and that he lived for his daughter. A nurse came in to bother Laban and she laughed when she saw what they were doing. “I won’t tell, but I think Laban shouldn’t eat like this very often for a while,” she said. “I don’t think Andrea should be out of bed either.” “I agree,” Cliff said. “I can’t keep her there. Do you think it would be possible for them to share a room? That way she wouldn’t sneak away every time your back is turned. I’ll grease some wheels to make that happen.” “We have a policy against coed rooms,” the nurse laughed. “I think we could move Laban to a double room with no roommate. If Andrea turned up there in that other bed, I don’t think anyone would say anything if you talk to the supervisor and ...