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expected you’d be in the penthouse suite.” The happy voice came booming in; I could hardly contain my excitement when I realized it was Max.
     
    The events in the ambulance came flooding in. I was so thrilled to see him, I felt giddy. I nearly shrieked, “You remembered!” but regained my composure just before I could make a complete idiot out of myself. Up until Max walked through the door, my pulse had been a steady 60 beats per minute. It hadn’t even budged when Seth kissed me so passionately.
     
    As soon as I realized it was Max coming through the door, my pulse began to increase steadily, and I knew at this point if I couldn’t get it under control someone was going to rush in with a syringe, and I might never be able to talk to him. I consciously willed my pulse to stay slow, it was at 95 but it hadn’t increased quickly enough to sound the monitor’s alarm.
     
    Even with a concerted effort to try to contain my thrill at seeing him, I nearly squealed, “Hi Max, I’m glad you came. I was worried you might not.” Did that sound too needy? Play it cool Lauren. Don’t scare him off.
     
    His jovial mood was evident in every movement as he stepped through the door. He teased, “Lauren, are you kidding me? How could I not come? I stopped by earlier but Doc Gracie had just knocked you out. How’ya feelin?” His smile warmed the room, and I hardly paid attention to what he was saying. I stole a glance at the monitor again; it displayed 101 as I took a slow deep breath, willing it to slow down.
     
    “ Fine, I’m glad you came.”
     
    “ Looks like you have a bunch of admirers from all the flowers. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many in one room.” At least he was better at small talk than I was. My mind raced and anxiety crept forward with the realization that if we ran out of things to talk about he might leave.
     
    He had been about six feet away from me. I smiled as I looked at the flowers lining my entire room. After a few seconds my gaze left the flowers and went to his face. “Max, could you come a little closer?” I tried to motion for him to come closer but was quickly reminded that the tubes wouldn’t allow me much movement. He could see my frustration and moved right beside my bed.
     
    He rested his hand lightly on the bed rail near my hand. I felt strange, a little nervous. Should I take his hand? What if he pulls it away? I ever-so-slightly inched my fingers closer to his, so close that only the width of a credit card separated us.
     
    Unsure what to say, I was only able to utter, “Hi.”
     
    Max leaned toward me a quarter inch and his knuckles brushed against mine. With a sheepish smile and in barely more than a whisper, he responded, “Hi.”
     
    For such a simple exchange, I was profoundly affected. If anyone walked in right then they would have looked away in embarrassment and tried to give us some privacy. I didn’t have any idea what to say to him, but at the same time had so much I needed for him to know. I looked at him, maybe into him.
     
    The profound connection I felt for him couldn’t possibly be one-sided. Without any more hesitation, I took his hand in mine; a look of shock was visible on his face at the same time I felt an electric current shoot through me - not painful, but powerful.
     
    My heart rate spiked to 120 which was enough that the monitor came to life. Max loosened his hold on my hand and turned his attention to the monitor. The nurse came into the room quickly and all but pushed Max out of the way. Max’s tone was apologetic, “I’d better get out’a here.”
     
    Rapid fear shot through me, “No, stay.” I blasted a little too authoritatively and definitely too loud. I told myself to calm down and added, “Nurse really, it’s nothing. I don’t want another shot; I was just happy to see Max.” Willing my heart to slow down, it cooperated a bit as it slowed to 118, then a few seconds later to 116. “Please, I really want to see him for