For as long as she can possibly remember, Michael Brentwood (Scott Foley) has always been Amy's lifeline, the only person she can count on to heal her pain, not only emotionally but more importantly, physically. He's unbelievably kind, compassionate...
There was a hand on Amy's forehead. The back of someone's fingers pressing to the curve of her neck. She began to stir, a soft and weary moan rising in her throat.
"Honey? Amy? Are you awake?"
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Michael. Her eyes fluttered open. He was leaning over her bed, gazing down at her with a soft smile, the back of his hand against her neck. She shut her eyes, exuding another moan. "I am now. Hey."
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"Hey," he said softly. "I just came to check on you. From what Andrew and the nurse tell me, you had a little bit of a fever earlier."
Her cheeks flushed in mortification. "Oh...yeah..."
He scowled deeply, his forehead wrinkling in concern."How you feeling?"
She brought her fist to her mouth, exuding a long yawn. "I'm still a little tired, but I feel okay." Placing her hand on her growling stomach, she cringed. "The queasiness has gone away, but I'm still starving."
He glanced over at the bed table with a soft smile. "Well you won't be for long. Emma and I brought you and Andrew some dinner."
Looking down the bed, she saw a tray of food. "Oh."
His brows arched as if he remembered something, quickly slipping his hand into the side pocket of his lab coat, "oh and I uh...brought something else for you too."
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