room.”
“And the arm?”
“They’ve inserted six pins to set it, sir. It will need a few months of physiotherapy after it heals. Anywhere between four to six months. The doctor believes he will be fine.”
“Good. And does he or his girlfriend need anything?”
“I think they’re both fine. She said his parents would travel down from Reno as soon as the roads are cleared. Probably later today.”
“If they need anything at all—”
“Not to worry sir. They’ll be fine here. We’ll set her up at the hotel next to the hospital if she wants to be close.”
“Thanks for the update, Bruce. Take care.”
Andrew hung up. The news couldn’t be any better. John was out of the woods, and wouldn’t lose the arm or experience any paralysis. With any luck after physio, he’d be as good as new. It was good news all round; and that would be a lot easier to share with John’s friends than the worst case scenario. He decided he would let Abby tell the rest of them.
It was close to eight in the morning. He put the phone down and went straight into the bathroom for a shower. He thought of her as he bathed himself, thinking how lucky he was to have met her, and he guessed, her friends as well. A pang of anxiety seized up his chest for a brief moment. It was getting closer to that time. His guests—and Abby—would be leaving soon. If the plows were already clearing the roads between Reno and Lake Tahoe, it would only be a day at most before they got to his side roads.
He took in a shallow breath as he thought about it. He stepped out of the shower, dried off and put a towel around his waist. Abby was awake when he got back into the bedroom.
“Good morning,” she greeted him with a smile.
“Good morning, Abby. Slept well?” He searched the large closet for a shirt and jeans to wear, and pulled a pair of boxers from one of the top drawers.
“Yes. It must be late. I feel like I’ve overslept.” She sat up and stretched her arms as she yawned.
“You didn’t do too badly. It’s around eight.”
“Okay.” She got out of bed and pulled on the robe before going into his arms. “You smell so good.”
He kissed her hair and held her close, the clothes he was planning to wear still hanging from one arm. If he could, he wouldn’t let her go. Not for a long time.
“I’m going to have a shower.” She looked up at him, studying his eyes and his face. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. Great. And I have good news for you and your friends.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. The air medic phoned. John’s going to be fine.”
“Oh thank God. What did they say?”
He threw the clothes on the bed and gave her the update on John’s status. He could see the relief on her face. She sank into his chest again, and let the weight of her slight frame lean into him for support. It was clear she had been bracing for the worst.
“This is excellent news, Andrew! Sure, he’ll probably miss a few weeks of school, maybe a full semester, if the demands of rehab are intense. But he’s going to be fine! Trina must be ecstatic. Oh, I’ve got to tell the others. I’ll have a shower and go let them know.”
“Perfect. I’ll start breakfast.”
“Wait a minute.” She studied his face again. “Was there something else?”
“No. Not really.”
“You look—well you seem a little worried.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Come on, Andrew. Tell me. What is it?”
“Really, it’s nothing. It’s actually good news. The medic mentioned the roads from Reno to Lake Tahoe are being cleared today. That usually means they’ll get to these lake access side roads later today or tomorrow.”
“Okay.” She smiled, but it was more of a polite smile than her bubbly ones. “So we’ll be able to get out of your hair soon.”
“Yes. Well no. You weren’t a bother. Especially not you.”
“Still, I’m sure you’d like to get back to your peace and quiet again. We’ve created so much chaos and disorder around your place.”
“It