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could see
was the face of this familiar, gorgeous man telling her, “Hang on, babe. Don’t
leave me. Hang on.” Everything slowly faded into black.

    “Tony
what the hell happened? Is Jasmine all right?”
    As
soon as Tony called him last night, he’d been trying to get home. Three fucking
flights and ten hours later, Baron’s plane landed. All his friend could tell
him was that he and Jasmine had been in a car accident and she hadn’t awakened.
With each flight hop, he’d checked in with Tony. So far, the doctors couldn’t
find any internal bleeding. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her but
a blow to the head, some slight swelling from a concussion but they couldn’t
wake her.
    He’d
rushed from the airport and had taken a cab straight to the hospital. He’d
tried to call again to get an update, but the call went straight into
voicemail. He sent him a text letting him know he was on his way. As soon as
the taxi pulled up in front of the hospital entrance, he paid the guy, got his
bag and ran in toward the information desk. They directed him to the third
floor. He asked for Jasmine’s room at the nurse’s station but heard his name
called and spun around.
    “Baron.”
    “Tony.”
    They
hurried toward each other. Tony’s arm was held up in a brace, and his face
appeared tired and worn with shadows under his eyes. He looked behind his
friend to see if he saw a familiar face. He didn’t know why or what to expect,
but the fact she wasn’t there and what had happened finally got through to him.
The fear snaking down his spine almost paralyzed him.
    “Wh…
Where’s Jasmine?”
    His
friend put one hand on his arm. “She’s alive, but in a coma. The doctors think
she’ll come out of it. They hope to know more soon.”
    “Oh,
God.” He clasped Tony’s arm. Alive, she was alive.
    “Come
on, let me take you to her room.”
    Tony
turned around and went down the hall. Baron placed one foot in front of the
other and followed his friend. They passed two doors and stopped at the third
one that was open. The sight of his Jasmine lying on that hospital bed had him
rushing forward to her side. He dropped his bag on the floor, picked up her
hand and squeezed it, but there was no return pressure. Her eyes remained
closed and she seemed to be asleep, but his heart seized. He couldn’t stand
seeing her like this. He bent until his lips hovered above hers.
    “I’m
here,” he whispered, then kissed her. “Wake up my sleeping beauty. Please, God,
let her wake up.”
    Something
nudged him at the back of his knees. He turned around. Tony had placed a chair
behind him.
    “Sit
down, man. I was just on my way downstairs to buy a sandwich and some coffee.
I’ll bring you back something.”
    “Thank
you.”
    After
Tony left, Baron turned back to Jasmine and ran his fingers over her eyelids,
her cheeks, her lips. He took her hand and kissed it, then lowering it, he kept
it enclosed in both of his. “I miss you. Please come back to me. I need you in
my life. I’ve just found you. Come back to me.”
    But
there was no flicker of movement, no hint of awareness. Nothing but the rise
and fall of her chest, which was the only thing keeping him sane. The knowledge
she was alive.
    Tony
returned and handed him a bag, but in truth he had no appetite. He placed the food
on the nightstand by the bed. He did drink the coffee. Tony filled him in on
all the details of the accident, which wasn’t much more than he’d told him in
between flights. Someone had run a red light and hit them, causing the car to
go into a tailspin and be struck again, which flipped it. Tony pulled Jasmine
from the wreckage just before the car went up in flames. His friend had
sprained his shoulder yanking her out of the seatbelt and airbag. But the
airbag probably saved her life. As did his friend.
    “I
will always be grateful to you, man,” Baron said, glancing over at him.
    “I’m
sorry, bro. So sorry. If I hadn’t been wasted, she