A low grunt of disapproval from my side reminded me that Stone was listening also. The deep sound that he made indicated that he did not find my warped sense of humour amusing.

Putting down my medical chart, Dr Gus smiled kindly at the unmoving stubborn giant next to me before he spoke "This must be your boyfriend. A committed one at that. He has been making my staff run away in fear for their lives all day for three days now."

"He is my..." I stopped and let out a breath "He is my ex."

It pained me to say but I hoped that my words would make him leave. I needed him gone so I could try to hurt less.

Stone's head hung low beside me. He looked devastated as he grumbled unhappily under his breath "Ex?"

I could not meet his eye, so I turned back to the doctor and Mrs Lewis who both looked unconvinced at my title for him.

"We are going to keep you under observation tonight." Dr Gus spoke "It is late, and you need rest. Just tonight and then you can leave tomorrow morning."

If my legs did not feel like they were numb, then I might have jumped up and down in joy. I had only been concisely aware one day and it was enough for me to want to pull my hair out.

I nodded his way "Thank you, doctor."

"Do you have any more questions?"

"Yeah." I tried to see the humour in a horrible situation "Why is hospital food so bad? Do you purposefully make it that way so you can get patients to discharge themselves faster and you can have more vacant beds?"

"You might be onto something there." Dr Gus walked to the door before calling over his shoulder as he left "I wish you a speedy recovery, Miss Miller."

The doctor left but Mrs Lewis remained at the doorway, and she was shifting where she was standing.

"Mrs Lewis, are you okay?"

She took a step forward and answered but not before glancing at Stone "Your father's insurance and will was set up in the company that my husband works for. He has a few things to discuss with you but if you do not feel up to it today then that is perfectly okay. We will take this at your pace."

The truth was that I really did not want to talk about everything. I did not want to think about the consequences of my father's death. I then changed my mind and decided that it would be better to get it over and done with.

"Is Mr Lewis outside?" I asked.

"He is." She replied.

Stone leaned forward in his seat by my bedside. He grabbed my hand and intertwined it with his own.

"Ella, you do not need to think about this now." He told me gruffly.