Dark Thief (The Two Sides of Me Book 2) by Amy Lynn Garcia Read Free Book Online Page B

hits me, I scribble my reciprocation and Dr. Amato reads it aloud.  “I’ll have a CT if he does. What do you mean Mia?” he turns to Gabriella and repeats the question “What does she mean?” for the first time he raises his voice marginally and I hear a bit of urgency there as well.
    “He, he has a brain tumor Simone, he didn’t want anyone to know. He was furious I found out after his accident.” So they were on a first name basis huh?  I’m sensing that their relationship is deeper than I had first assumed. And why is he upset about Evan? He must know him personally too, maybe a family friend? Dr. Amato or Simone , is looking at Gabriella with shock and worry. “Why hasn’t he had it removed.” he says flatly and Gabriella turns her head to look into the fireplace. “Why Gabby?” She continues to look away from him and answers in a pained hushed voice “It’s inoperable.”
    Inoperable…the term bounces around my head like a little rubber ball. I hadn’t known that, and he did. He kept it from me. How long has he had it? Why didn’t he tell me? Question after question trip and fall over themselves and I sit staring at these two people that I hardly know who are essentially telling me Evan is going to die because that fucking tumor can’t be removed! I’m up and moving before they realize it, I snatch the clothes off the foot of the bed that I had on earlier and lock myself in the bathroom which is quickly becoming my panic room. 
    Ripping off my pajamas I pull on my jeans loosening the bandages on my feet as I do and cram my arms into the bulky sweater and over my head, not bothering with panties or bra, I don’t know where the hell Gabriella has put them anyway. Shoes…where are my shoes? Dr. Amato and “Gabby” as he refers to her, are knocking on the door.
    The good doctor calmly, Gabriella frantically. When I’m dressed I quickly unlock the door and swing it wide with so much force it yanks me with it. “I need to see him, now.” I croak.  They both take a step back out of my way as I barrel through scanning the room for shoes. I spot cute grey rubber boots with white polka dots all over them next to the bedroom door, no idea who they belong to but they look my size so they’re mine for now.
    Every step I take across the cold stone floor with my bandaged feet feeds my latest adrenaline rush even more, pain is pushing me forward and not merely the pain from my feet. I tug them on over my jeans with the tiny handles at the top of each boot wincing from the pain. Everything I’ve ever learned in my nursing career is surfacing, a data base full of information is sifting through and pulling out anything pertinent to inoperable brain tumors, treatment centers all over the world, wrong diagnosis, quack doctors who don’t know what they are doing labeling something inoperable, terminal, no hope. I know so much of what happens in the medical field is total bull shit, so I need to find out who’s he’s spoken to, who is on his case and exactly why it’s been labeled inoperable.
    Evan is wealthy beyond belief with a far reach all over the world, surely someone can be found who is willing to remove it. “Let’s go.” I say unable to recognize what’s left of my voice God I hope that’s not permanent. Shit, I’m going to end up in a hospital in a foreign country not speaking the language.  My advantage of being a nurse means nearly nothing here when I can't communicate, but I have Dr. Amato and Gabriella, that’s going to have to be enough.
    I stand wild eyed at the bedroom door looking back at two astounded faces who seem to be frozen while they witness the current level of crazy which I’m experiencing at the moment. I wave my arm toward the door to say let’s go without actually saying it and they simultaneously startle.
    They jump into action realizing we are leaving and, I’m sure they’re hoping the destination is the nearest hospital. Well they can have their wish but we are