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a few minutes.”
     
    Felicia shot a disapproving look, “Max, if it hits 125 you had better be prepared to explain to Doctor Gracie.” She turned to me and the harshness of her tone had evaporated, “All right dear, but just a few minutes, you haven’t been out of surgery very long, and we need to keep you as stable as possible.”
     
    Max looked at the nurse, “Thanks, Felicia.” It hadn’t occurred to me, but Max probably knew the entire hospital staff. “I won’t stay long.”
     
    I still had no idea what to say to Max but was sure that if I didn’t say something soon he would leave, and I might never see him again. The miserable thought kicked my brain into high gear. “Max, I’m sorry about my heart not cooperating. You obviously have a strange effect on me.” That was an understatement!
     
    I knew I wanted to really talk to him, but the awkwardness of being in a hospital nearly tongue-tied me. “I wanted to thank you for everything…” I trailed off, unable to articulate anything more. His eyes were a mere few feet away and were truly breathtaking. The light green was like nothing I’d ever seen before, at least not outside my dreams, and the brown specs were so predominant, they were in one word – amazing. Realizing that I was staring, I quickly broke contact.
     
    “ It’s my job, Lauren. I’m glad we were the ones on the scene.” He was just as nervous as I was. I could hear it in his voice. Why was he so nervous? Max wasn’t the one with crazy dreams about destiny, and his heart hadn’t stopped when he met me. I must be imagining it, projecting my emotions onto him to better justify them to myself. But he really did sound nervous.
     
    My heart rate began to climb again, it hit 122 as I again clutched his hand, the same electric pulse raced through me, and I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. I was thankful that I was lying down, confident that if I had been standing I would have lost my balance. “I can’t explain it, but I know I’m not going to be able to keep my heart from racing again,” dare I say any more? like, “ I need to see you when I’m not hooked up to all these monitors.” A little nervous and fearing rejection, I asked, “I’m a little spent. I’m really glad you came to see me and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind meeting me outside of the hospital? Nothing major, I just have weird memories from last night and wanted to talk to you about them.” There, I said it and I didn’t sound like a freak, just someone who had gone through a traumatic experience looking for some answers.
     
    There was a notable pause, he stumbled on his answer, “Lauren, I really….I’m not sure if….Maybe it would be better….” He trailed off and I was sure he was trying to find a nice way of saying no thanks. His tone was dismissive, but my stare never wavered.
     
    Not wanting to let him off the hook, I asked with a little more urgency, “Max, please it’s very important to me.” My eyes were pleading and my hand held his tighter. “The doctor says I’ll be out in a couple days, and I really want to see you, even if only for a couple minutes.”
     
    His expression gave him away and I felt like he was, what? Happy, maybe, to be put on the spot? “Lauren, I’d like to see you again. It’s just that I came here earlier and I thought, well I was under the impression….Never mind… Yes, yes, I’ll call you.” I wasn’t convinced with his hesitation that he really wanted to see me again. Not wanting to take a chance, I added, “Would you mind putting your phone number on the back of this card. I’d hate to have to take another bullet to try to find you again.” I pulled the note card from the closest flower arrangement, trying to hand it to him.
     
    He smiled more broadly than before and reached into his pocket and took out a business card, “Here, this has all my numbers.” He had an odd expression, which I couldn’t place. I was worried he was