Chapter 7 Nothing happened

Damian pov

I saw her go before she hit the ground.

I did not think my body moved before my mind caught up with it and I was across the room with my hands on her before I had fully processed what was happening. One arm around her waist. One hand gripping her arm. I pulled her against me and took her weight before the floor could.

She did not respond.

Her head fell against my shoulder. Completely limp. Completely gone.

"Hey." My voice came out sharper than I intended. I adjusted my grip and looked at her face. Eyes closed. Breathing but unconscious. "Hey."

Nothing.

Then I perceive a faint sweet flowery smell from her body.

"Damn it." I said it under my breath.

I looked around the empty private room and saw the signed document on the table. I picked it up and put it in my breast with one hand while I held her with another hand.

Then I looked down at her.

She was small but with a mouth that was sharper and bigger than her size suggested. I won't deny the fact that she is beautiful even in her unconsciousness you could still see her stubborn and relaxed but ready to argue look. But that wasn't any of my business. Because now she is suddenly unconscious and she was a problem I had not planned for this afternoon.

I did not put her down.

I picked up my phone and called my driver. Then I carried her out of the restaurant.

The host at the front looked up when he saw us coming. His eyes went wide. I watched him take in the scene. He opened his mouth.

"The door," I said.

He got the door.

My driver had the car at the curb so I got in the back with her still in my arms and told him Crestfield Medical Center.

Although he didn't say anything. But I saw the shock on his face in the rearview mirror. The way his eyes stayed on me a second longer than necessary before he pulled into traffic.

but I ignored him.

I wasn't in the mood to ask him why he looked shocked.

Getting to the hospital, she was admitted immediately.

Then I stood in the corridor while the Doctor took over.

Then I realized something

Hold on a DAMN MINUTE!!!!

Now I understand the look of shock that my driver gave me.

My body frozen and startled, I walked to the window at the end of the hallway.

And I looked down at my hands.

I turned them over slowly. Both sides. My palms. My forearms where my sleeves were rolled up. The wrist. The inside of my elbow.

Nothing.

No rash, no redness, no swelling, not even a hint of the burning that usually started within seconds of contact with a woman. The reaction that had put me in the ER more times than I could count.

Nothing.

I pressed my fingers against my own forearm. Checking. Making sure I was not missing something.

Still nothing.

NO NO NO NO!!

I said loudly in my head, something must be wrong.

How could I touch her without a reaction?

It's not even possible. Not in my twenty years.

I thought about the last time I was touched by a lady two years ago. An over affectionate business partner had grabbed my arm in a moment of celebration after we closed a deal. I was in the ER four hours later with my body in full revolt.

After that I had been more careful than ever.

And yet here I was. Standing in a hospital corridor with my hands completely clean.

I stood at that window looking at myself or should I say waiting for my allergies to flea up.

Then I walked back to her room. The doctor had stepped out. She was lying on the hospital bed, an IV line in her arm, still unconscious. Her dark hair spread across the white pillow.

I stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her.

Then I reached out and wrapped my hand around her wrist. Carefully. Just for a moment.

I waited.

Nothing happened.

I let go and stepped back.

Then a thought crossed my mind.

I knew immediately that it was wrong. I knew it before I had even fully formed the thought. But something in me wanted to know and needed to be completely sure.

I moved closer to the bed.

I looked at her face. Even in her unconsciousness she looked beautiful and peaceful and then I looked at her slightly parted lips.

I leaned down slowly.

And I kissed her.

Brief but careful enough not to wake her.

I pulled back and waited.

Nothing, no burning, no swelling, no reaction anywhere on my body.

I looked at her for a moment.

Then I leaned down a second time and kissed her again.

Still nothing.

I stood there in the room still in shock.

Twenty years of accepting that certain things would simply never be available to me.

But then this woman. This small stubborn infuriating woman filled with audacity.

I could touch her .

I stepped back from the bed.

Then my phone vibrated.

I looked at the screen.

Lucas. My secretary.

I stepped out of the room and answered.

"Mr Kade, Mr Caldwell's secretary

just called. He said that Mr Caldwell is back from Aspen and he is ready to meet.

Then he paused and continued ”But at his house”

I looked back through the small window in the door at the girl lying on the hospital bed.

"No problem, just tell them I will be there soon,"

I said.

"Yes sir.

I hung up.

At that exact moment the door opened and the doctor walked in.

"Mr Kade. I was just coming to update you."

"What is wrong with her," I said. "Why did she suddenly faint?"

The doctor looked at his chart then back at me. "She is pregnant as you may already know. She fainted from a combination of fatigue and poor nutrition. She has clearly not been eating or resting properly. With the right nutrition, proper rest and care she should be completely fine. There is nothing to be alarmed about."

I looked at Sara lying on the bed.

"Please take good care of her," I said. "Make sure she has everything she needs. Whatever she requires, you provide it."

"Of course," the doctor said.

"I will be back," I said to the doctor.

Then I left but with so many thoughts in mind and a new realization.