Theo And Reed's Wedding Bells : Book 2

Chapter Three

" Saint," Theo heard a young woman's voice calling out through the haze that was his head.

Saint? Dear God. Was he dead? How could he be dead? One minute he was reading Reed's texts and drinking water at his desk. Now he was dead?

He was supposed to get married. Mother, Grace and Charles would kill him if he missed the wedding because he was dead. Hell Reed would kill him.

Reed......

" Saint, I think he is waking up. "

Theo managed to open his groggy brown eyes again. He expected to see harps and angels and clouds. All the stuff they taught him in Sunday School growing up. Maybe he was in the other place. Did they have Saints there too?

What he saw was a handsome young man smiling at him. He had wavy blond hair and twinkling blue eyes and was pretty enough to be an angel. Although not as pretty as Reed. Reed was gorgeous.

" Are you really a Saint? "

He felt so tired. Maybe it wasn't flu. Maybe it was plague.

The blond man laughed and shook his head. " No. I'm not. It's a nickname that followed me from New York City. "

Now he was really confused. "Are we in New York? "

" No , sir. We are in Washington DC at Georgetown University Hospital. I'm from New York by way of Georgia. I moved here from there because my husband Matt got accepted to cooking school here. My name is Dr. Zach St. Austin. Call me Saint. You're Theodore Walton? "

Theo nodded. Hospital? Why was he in the hospital? He hated hospitals.

Reed ! Was Reed ok ?

" Why am I here ? "

Saint regarded him precisely. " Well you passed out at your office apparently. Your secretary called 911. They transported you here. Your blood tests are a little abnormal so I want to order a biopsy on your bone marrow. Just to check out a few things. Rule out a few things. But before we do that someone is waiting for you and getting a little impatient. " He moved to the entryway and parted the curtain so that Theo could see a worried Reed. 

" Reed ," Theo said softly. He tried to sit up but still felt really weak. Reed moved quickly to him and helped him lay back down again. " Be still, darling. You need to rest. Just like I told you this morning. You look like hammered shit. "

Reed lovingly stroked his forehead. " You scared me to death. Don't do that again. "

Saint said quietly," I'll give you all some privacy. It might be a while before we do the biopsy but if you need anything just call for me. "