Annie had to get out of the room. She’d been there for a week already. Annie couldn’t explain it, but the desire to get out of room 403 was about to drive her insane. Fortunately, she had the perfect accomplice.
“Get me out of this room. And down to the daycare.” She shot Nikkie Jean a look. “I know you can make it happen. You have the magic.”
Nikkie Jean hesitated. “You need to be here, on IV antibiotics, Ann.”
“I get that.” And she did. She understood exactly why those antibiotics had been ordered. But that didn’t matter. She needed to get out of 403. At least for a little while.
But her boys were downstairs right now. In the daycare. Nikkie Jean and Jillian had been watching them for the morning hours. Annie’s sister was on her way to get them in a few hours. Annie was going to spend that time with her sons.
“They are my children, Nik. I need to spend as much time with them as I possibly can.” It wasn’t a request.
Both of them knew that.
“Give me five minutes with Tish. And the instant I think you are wimping out on me, you’re right back up here.”
Allen Jacobson and Rafe had been in not even an hour ago. They’d changed her antibiotics. And her pain medication.
Annie wouldn’t admit it, but she knew the two would combine to knock her on her butt.
But she had to see the boys.
Nikkie Jean, miracle worker that she was, returned with a wheelchair. “I got you one hour in the daycare. They are going to put the boys in a private room down there so you can visit uninterrupted. It was the best I could do. Then you are back up here, on the IV juice, without protest, Miss Stubborn-butt.”
“That’s more than I could have hoped for. You are a wonderful woman, Nikkie Jean Netorre.” She shot her friend a grin. One Nikkie Jean echoed. “Let’s go see my babies.”
“Yes ma’am. I only live to serve.”