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     Heath just called. He s at the hospital.
    Dillon braced himself, propping one foot on the lowest rung of the ladder.  Is Megan all
    right?
     As far as I know she s doing about the same as she was yesterday, but Megan s health
    isn t the reason Heath called. Megan has refused to see him unless you re there to referee.
     Me? For God s sake, why?
    Jamie shrugged.  Heath wasn t sure, but Megan sent word through a nurse that she ll
    only talk to Heath if you re there. In fact, she wants to see you first.
    Dillon draped his arms over the fourth rung of the ladder and laid his head in his hands.
     Why do I always get dragged into this stuff?
    Jamie wrapped his arms around Dillon s waist from behind.  Some people are just lucky
    that way, I guess. Need me to come with you?
    Dillon shook his head without even lifting it from his hands.  No. There s no reason for
    both of us to go up there. I can suffer through this alone.
    Jamie laughed.  You can keep on with the  poor me act all you want, but you and I both
    know you d do anything to help Heath and Megan.
    Dillon raised his head and turned in the circle of Jamie s arms, returning the embrace.
     I m glad to do anything I can, but I m thinking Heath may have been right yesterday when he
    said there was nothing anyone could do to fix this.
     I m not buying it. I mean, look at everything that happened between me and you. We ve
    been through hell and back so many times I lost count, but we came out of it together. I have to
    believe Heath and Megan will make it, too.
    Dillon wanted to believe that Jamie was right, but as he walked towards Megan s third-
    floor hospital room an hour later and saw the look on his brother s face as he paced the hall just
    outside Megan s door, Dillon s hope evaporated.
    Heath rushed to meet him.  Thank God you re here. She won t even talk to me. Not
    unless she sees you first. She keeps sending messages through her nurse.
     I know. Jamie told me.
    Heath ran his hands over his face, his bloodshot eyes a stark contrast to his pale skin. He
    wore the same clothes he d worn the day before, and his hands were shaking slightly as he
    lowered them to his sides.  I need to see her, Dillon. I have to tell her   Heath broke off, but not
    before Dillon got a good look at his brother s desperation.
     What, Heath? What is it you need to tell her?
     Never mind. Just talk to her for me, Dillon. Tell her I need to see her. Please.
     I ll try, but like the doctor said, Megan s not in the best of places right now. You know
    this little peace talk I m about to give comes with no guarantees, right?
     Understood. Just the fact that you re willing to help means a lot. Thanks, Dillon.
    Dillon nodded and made his way to Megan s door. Using the first two knuckles of his
    right hand, Dillon tapped on the fake wood.  Megan? It s Dillon. Can I come in?
    At Megan s hoarse but clear,  Yes, Dillon swung the door open and stepped inside.
    Megan was lying in bed, her skin sallow against the sickly green hospital gown she wore.
    Someone  probably a nurse  had washed her hair and then braided it wet so that it hung in one
    damp red stream down her back. She looked so young and helpless as she reclined against the
    pillows that Dillon had to force himself not to run forward and gather her into his arms.
    He settled for a cautious hug, carefully squeezing her shoulders while avoiding her tender
    midsection. He pulled back and plastered on a smile.  How s my best girl?
    Megan s eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, but that s as close as she came to returning
    the smile.  I m doing all right. Dr. Byrd says I can probably go home tomorrow.
     That s great, Meggie. Before you know it, you ll be feeling like your old self, again.
    Megan only nodded. They both knew it was a lie but went with the pretense, anyway.
    Dillon sat down in one of the chairs beside the bed.  So, where is everybody? I expected
    the room and hallway to be covered in wall to wall Nash s.
    Megan gave a ghost of a grin.  I sent them all home, one because they were exhausted,
    and two, because I knew Heath was coming and I didn t want any bloodshed. Mama and Daddy
    stayed all night and a good chunk of the morning, and so did Bran and Nate. Keith is here
    somewhere, working his regular shift. He s popped in a couple of times, but I finally convinced
    him that I wanted to catch some sleep. The rest of the family has taken turns coming by, and
    poor Ash has been here like three times this morning alone. Megan leaned further back against
    the pillows and sighed.  I made them all go home about ten o clock this morning. Convinced
    them I needed time alone, to think.
     I bet they put up a fuss.
     You know it. The only one who really understood was Mama. She lost a baby in
    between giving birth to Wayne and Keith. She knows how it & how it hurts.
    The aching loss in Megan s voice made the back of Dillon s eyes sting. He blinked time
    and again in rapid succession until he had himself under control. Desperate to offer comfort, he
    said the only thing he could think of.  I m sorry, Megan. About the baby, I mean. I know how
    much you wanted it.
    Megan bit her lip and turned her head, facing away from Dillon for a minute.  Dr. Byrd
    said it was no one s fault, just one of those freak accidents of nature that sometimes happens for
    no good reason. I know better, though. I know that my baby died because I wasn t a strong
    enough person to hold on to him.
    Dillon couldn t believe what he was hearing.  Megan, how can you say that? You re one
    of the strongest, bravest people I know. You can t possibly believe this is your fault.
    Megan continued to stare at the wall.  I don t know what I believe. Not anymore. All I
    know is that a couple of months ago, I was in love with an amazing guy who I thought loved me,
    too. Now I ve lost him and the only thing I had of him, the baby we made together. She turned
    her tear-soaked face back to Dillon.  I feel like I ve lost everything.
    Dillon grabbed three tissues from the nightstand, leaning forward and drying Megan s
    eyes as best he could.  My brother was an idiot Megan. None of this is your fault.
     You re wrong. Heath must have seen something in me, some flaw deep inside. I chased
    him away, made him leave because he could see something missing in me, something no one
    else could.
     Megan, no! Listen, honey. You ve got it all wrong.
    But Megan wouldn t listen.  Is Heath still out there? Like I said, that s one of the reasons
    I sent my family away, so they wouldn t kill him. Mom told me Ash even took a swing at him
    yesterday.
     Yes, he did. Under his breath, Dillon muttered,  That s only half of what he deserved,
    but loud enough for Megan to hear he said,  Yes, he s still out there. But, Megan, I don t think
    you need to see him right now. Not until you can stop blaming yourself for his mistakes.
    Megan shook her head.  I want to see him, now, Dillon, to put an end to that part of my
    life. When I leave Reed, I want to leave knowing that Heath and I at least had some form of
    closure, whatever that is.
    Alarm bells rang in Dillon s head.  What do you mean,  when you leave Reed. You
    mean for college? When she nodded, Dillon said,  Meggie, that s not until September. You ve
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