CHAPTER 15

LIAM

It took me several moments to comprehend the fact that I needed to go after her. Once she was done yelling at me and had stormed off, I was able to process what had just happened. Well, not the overall picture, but the finer points. Including the one that mattered.

There was actually only one point that did matter, and that was that Kate was mad at me.

She wasn't just mad at me either, but furious. I had never seen her so angry. Not since the first time we were dating, and I told her that we should break up. But that was a year ago and that was a different Kate. In the context of our new relationship, I had never seen her as angry as just then.

I could have left her to cool off, but I figured that would only make things worse. If she had time to process everything and really think about what I had done, then there was no telling what she might come up with or what might come back to her. The problem with dealing with an amnesia patient was that one never knew what was going on in their mind. I had to act fast and try to stop the bleeding before it got out of control.

I just had no idea what I was going to say. Everything seemed to be working against me. Not only did she now know that she and Danny were dating, but she knew that I knew that. She also knew that I was aware of him being awake and opted to not tell her. Although in my head, the reason for that was perfectly justifiable, to her, it might not seem that way.

As it took me a little longer than I would have liked to react to her leaving, I didn't manage to catch her until she was already several blocks from the hospital. Even then, as I called her name, she refused to slow down or even acknowledge that she heard me.

Reaching her, I grabbed her arm, only for her to pull it from my grip and keep walking. Sighing to myself, and ensuring that I didn't let my temper get away from me, I ran forward, jumping in front of her and cutting her off entirely.

"Hey, what the hell?" I said, instantly regretting that I did. Maybe I should have been a little softer.

"Oh, that's nice," she spat back. "Great apology." And she sidestepped me, powering down the sidewalk.

"Hey come on! I was–I'm sorry." I caught with to her. I was going to grab her by the arm again, but luckily, she stopped on her own accord, turning on me.

"Do you even know why you are sorry?" she asked.

"Yeah. Because I lied to you. I should have told you he was awake."

"That's a start. But barely even scratches the surface." She seethed with her hands on her hips.

The problem was that I had no idea why she was angry. I thought I did. I thought it was because I had lied to her. But as she stared daggers at me, I slowly came to the conclusion that there was more to it than that.

"Ah," I began, with no idea where I was going to go from there.

"You lied to me about lying," she fumed. "And then you knew about me and Danny, and you lied about that, too. Basically, everything you have told me about Danny is a lie, and I want to know why. Now."

Hands on her hips, she continued to stare at me. I could feel the heat coming off of her. And as much as I would have loved to have told her everything, I couldn't. It was too complicated. To tell her the real reason why I never told her about Danny would have been to admit everything. I would have had to tell her that I didn't want her to get her memory back, and then I'd have to tell her why. I couldn't do that yet. I wasn't ready.

"Kate, listen. I wanted to tell you but..."

"But what?"

"He's not a good guy Kate. Not even a little bit. You deserve better than that. I didn't want him to hurt you." I saw on her face that it was too late for those sorts of platitudes.

"Forget it. You just don't get it." She threw her hands in the air and stormed away. This time though, I didn't chase her. There was no point. Instead, I let her go, wondering if I would ever see her again and knowing that if I did, she probably wouldn't want anything to do with me.

--

Danny hadn't moved since I left him. That was more on account of the fact that he couldn't move. But still, it served my purpose nicely.

The ICU was empty as it tended to be at that time in the afternoon. A lot of the doctors were in the middle of a shift change, as were the nurses. What that meant was that I had a few minutes alone with Danny. Those few minutes were going to be used to get the answers that I needed to win Kate back over.

"Okay, you're going to tell me everything," I said as I pulled up a seat beside Danny. "Understand? How you know Kate, what your relationship is, and what you hope it to be. If you lie to me, or I think you're lying to me, I'm going to turn this little switch here–it’s the morphine. I will shut it off and walk away."

"What?" he asked, looking from me to my hand, which was placed firmly on the morphine drip.

"There is nothing wrong with your hearing. So, I'm going to assume that you heard me just fine, and your response was a result of shock more than anything."

"Look, I barely know the broad. You want her, you can have her."

Hearing him call her a broad actually made me want to turn the drip off straight away. But I relented. I needed information first.

"How do you know her?" I asked calmly.

"She works for me," he rushed. "That much is true. At my strip club. Diamond Dolls.”

“She’s a stripper?” I asked, feeling hot jealousy surge through me.

“Nah,” Danny said. “Just a waitress. She doesn’t show her tits or nothing. Damn shame, really. That’s why I was trying to get her to work for my side business.”

“What fucking side business?” I asked.

“I run a little escort business. Mostly, it’s dancers from the club, but I thought, shit, a knockout like Kate? She’d rake in a ton of cash for me. And I could definitely use the extra income.”

I looked at him with narrow eyes. He was an even bigger piece of shit than I thought he was at first. “All right, Danny, I need you to slow down. So you and Kate aren’t dating?”

He snorted. “Nah, I just told you that because it seemed easier than the truth. Plus, I mean, I heard about the amnesia thing. I thought maybe if that’s the story I told her, she might let me hit that shit.”

My fist clenched around the morphine button, itching to turn it off and let this son of a bitch suffer. But I still needed info from him, and he wouldn’t be able to speak at all without the painkiller.

As sleazy as this asshole was, I was relieved to know Kate had never been with him. I would never have believed she could stoop so low as to share a bed with a guy like this.

“Okay,” I said. “So did Kate come to you, asking for the escort job? Because that doesn’t sound like her.”

He shrugged as best as he could with two arms in casts. “She didn’t ask me. I asked her. I’d been asking her for a few months, but she kept telling me to drop dead.”

“So you decided to ask her again?” I asked. “Why?”

“Look, not that it’s any of your fucking business, but I owe some people some money. I needed some extra cash, fast. I figured Kate was the answer to all my problems. I just had to convince her to be an escort for me.”

“And?" I pushed. I looked around the ICU quickly, seeing that it was still empty.

“And she fucking said no, again. I think I got pissed off. Wasn’t paying attention. That’s how we got in the accident.”

"So what now? Why were you so insistent on seeing her when you woke up?"

He chuckled bitterly. "The amnesia, Doc. I figured if she didn’t remember anything about her past, I would have a much better chance of convincing her to work for me. Well, I was trying to tell her that she already worked for me as an escort. And that she owed me money for her apartment. And that we were dating, too.” He laughed again. “I may have been overreaching on that last one, but I figured, fuck it, why not give it a shot?”

“You really thought that would work?” I asked him.

“Who knows? Maybe. I didn’t know she had a pissed off doctor looking out for her. But like I said, I need money. I’d love to be all noble and shit, but these people I owe, they’re gonna do worse than break my arms if I don’t pay them back. So if I have to con Kate, I’m gonna do it. That’s the best angle I got right now.”

“She won’t believe you,” I said.

“Eh, she doesn’t know what to believe right now. And I can be real persuasive.”

It was odd, but I actually felt a sense of relief as the information sunk in. Some might call it bad news, but to me, it was the best news I had heard all day. As far as Danny was concerned, Kate was nothing to him. All he really wanted was money, and he would leave her and me alone.

"So, if your debt got paid, then you would leave her alone? Is that right?"

"Yeah, pretty much,” he said. “I don’t have anything against the girl. She’s actually kind of sweet. Which is why she was an easy target. But yeah, if my debt was gone, I could just get by with my regular girls. She will never hear from me again. And then you two can ride off into the sunset or wherever it is the two of you wanna go. Doesn't concern me in the least." His smile was repulsive and sleazy, and yet, it was the best thing I had seen all day.

“How much do you need?” I asked.

“It ain’t pocket change, Doc.”

“How much?” I asked.

“Twenty,” he said.

“Twenty thousand dollars?” I asked.

“No, twenty bucks. Of course, twenty thousand, numb nuts.”

"Consider it done," I said, getting to my feet. As I did, Danny let out an audible sigh of relief at me letting go of the morphine drip. I would never have turned it down. That was against the law and would see me in jail. But it still made a nice threat.

And besides, I was in too good a mood to think about anything like that. As I made my way to the break room, all I could think about was how happy I was that Danny was out of the picture. It would be tight, but I had just enough money in savings that I could give Danny the money, and that would see Danny gone from my life forever. And Kate’s life, too.

It might not be a cure all, but it was a start. Hopefully, once Kate heard what I had done, she might be more inclined to forgive me. If nothing else, I could dispel all the lies Danny had told her. I could put her mind at ease that she had never dated Danny, and that she had never been a prostitute. And, even if she didn't and still wanted nothing to do with me, I felt an odd sense of relief at knowing that I had helped set her on the right path.

It was another sign that I was in love with her. If she never spoke to me again, I could spend the rest of my life knowing that she was happy. As sad as that was for me, this was bigger than me. This was about her. I would do anything for Kate, even sacrifice my own happiness. Maybe I really had changed.