Chapter 50

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Cheyenne awoke to find her sister sitting next to her with her head resting on the bed. Raina still had her fingers interlaced with Cheyenne's. Cheyenne remained still so as not to wake Raina and stared at her. How tired she looks. Poor Raina. She must've been so worried. Her stress levels must've been so high. Then again, so were hers. She felt bad for Michael. It was her fault he was injured and no matter what anyone said, she would always feel guilty. If it hadn't been for her, Michael wouldn't be hurt, Mrs. Warner wouldn't be worried about her son, and she wouldn't be here feeling guilty about it all and hating herself.

Cheyenne felt Raina move and squeezed her hand. "Hey, Rain." Raina rubbed her eyes and stretched.

"How are you feeling?"

"It depends. How's Michael?" Cheyenne asked with concern.

"Still the same."

Cheyenne flooded with guilt again.

Raina patted Cheyenne's leg. "I know that look, Chey. It's not your fault."

"I want to see."

"See what?"

"Michael. I need to see for myself. I need to know he's all right. Besides, I don't want Mrs. Warner thinking that I'm trying to avoid her or Michael."

"She doesn't, Chey. Mrs. Warner is very kind and understanding. She is just as worried about you as she is Michael. Besides, you're in a hospital bed, honey. It's not like you're going anywhere right now."

"I have to see him, Rain. I need to see him." Cheyenne whimpered. "I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him. He's the most caring, loving, wonderful man. What am I going to do if he dies?"

"Oh Chey! He won't die. I promise." Raina patted her hand for comfort.

"You can't make those kinds of promises. No one can. Now can I see him? Please?"

Raina sighed and nodded reluctantly. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you."

~

Raina walked back in twenty minutes later. This time a nurse walked in with her. Cheyenne looked at her sister, questioningly.

"I brought your nurse in to explain."

"Explain what?" Cheyenne asked.

Raina nodded at the nurse. "Ms. Harrington, you can't go see Mr. Michael O'Neill. At least not for a couple of days. We just want to monitor you to ensure that everything is all right."

"But I'm fine. I feel great."

"I understand that, but we need another day or two and we'll see. In the meantime, I will check on him for you and come back with an update. Does that sound okay for the time being?"

Cheyenne looked back and forth between the nurse and Raina and realized she didn't have much of a choice. She reluctantly agreed, but not without a few protests. The nurse gave her a shot. Cheyenne relaxed and quickly fell asleep again.

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