Rough Edges Two – Rough Code
Long time no blog post.
Unfortunately this isn’t a great one. My original plan was to get Rough Code (Evie’s story) out in Early December. Unfortunately I’ve had some health issues and that’s now not looking possible. So I’ve pushed my deadline back to Late December 20q5-Early January 2016.
I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.
Life happens sometimes, especially when you least want it to.
On the upside I have a sneak peek at Evie’s story if you want it?
Yes?
No?
YES!!??
Ok here you go 
(I own alrights, it’s not complete etc etc.)
Evie
Present Day
Black. Black with little pinpricks of swirling light.
A voice in the far distance was calling my name. I wanted to stay here. Here in the dark with the pretty dancing lights. Here where it was warm and safe and there was no pain.
“Evie? Come on beautiful. Wake up. I need to see those pretty eyes.”
My eyelashes fluttered but stayed close. I was awake, but hovering on the lip edge between conscious and unconsciousness. I felt groggy, sore, disconnected from my body. My head was spinning and I wanted to vomit.
“Mr. Falco? She’s resting. It’s doubtful she’ll wake until tomorrow.”
Luc was here? I struggled and won the battle to open my eyes – immediately shutting them against the bright lights of the room. I huffed out a pain-filled breath.
“Evie?” I grunted. My throat was dry.
“Evie? Come on beautiful.” His voice was soft, coaxing.
I opened my eyes again and blinked against the lights as everything slowly came into focus. I blinked up at him as I took in the space.
White walls, floors and roof. Tubes and switches and cords running everywhere. I was cold, my feet freezing. Everything hurt. Bone-achingly -will never recover from this tearing searing pain – hurt.
“Hey beautiful.” Luc reached out a hand and brushed my hair off my cheek. “It’s good to see those green eyes.” He was smiling, I could tell by the crinkles at the corners of his eye. The mask covered his lower face and I croaked out a word. “Water.”
He glanced over at the prim nurse in green scrubs and a white face mask on the other side of my bed. She was checking my vitals, holding my hand and looking at her watch.
“Can she have some water?”
The nurse paused. “I’ll ask her doctor after I finish checking Ms. Franklin’s vitals.” She looked down at me, pulling s small pen light from her tool belt and using it to shine in my eyes.
“Evie, my name is Sylvie. Do you remember what happened?”
I blinked, and grimaced.
“I was having a nice dinner and got shot.”
The nurse nodded. “Do you know what day it is?” I state the date, am corrected that it is actually the next day, answer some questions about who I am, my date of birth and where I live.
“Do you know who this man is?”
I looked over at Luc. “That’s Luc.”
The nurse nodded again. “And who is he to you?”
I felt a slight blush on my cold, pale cheeks. “He’s my boyfriend.”
The nurse grinned then stood up. “I’ll just check in with the doctor and be right back.”
As we wait for her to leave, I feel Luc’s eyes on me. I look at him but he doesn’t say anything.
“Are you staying?” I don’t notice that I’m gripping his hand in mine. He looks at me, a warm look in his eye.
“Of course.”
I close my eyes and loosen my grip. “Good.
And as I drifted back to unconsciousness, I heard his rumbly voice say, “That’s what boyfriends do.”
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