Free Somewhere in His Arms by Katia Nikolayevna

be perfect for the other, each bearing their own scars.
                  Sighing, Lucy prepared his tray and carried it to his room. She opened the door and set it down. Alec was staring out the window seemingly lost in his thoughts. He seemed so alone just then, as if he carried the weight of the world on his broad shoulders. She wanted to say something to comfort him but couldn’t think of anything at the moment.
                  “Call me if you need anything else,” Lucy managed and left.
                  She returned later to find him asleep in his chair. Lucy nudged him awake and pushed him to the bed. Just as he finished lowering himself down onto the mattress, she leaned over to pull the blankets over him and stood up. That’s when she felt it. Her head felt fuzzy and light. Then she felt herself falling into a long black tunnel and knew no more.
                  Alec caught her as she fell. His strong arms lowered her gently beside him and for a moment he panicked. He didn’t know what to do. Lucy had fainted in his arms and was now lying unconscious in his bed. He felt her brow and touched her cheek. She felt warm. He reached over for a damp cloth and wiped her face.
                  Rudy had told him very little about his new caregiver.                                              
                  Only that he mustn’t upset her, and he had done more than that when she had only meant to be helpful. He swore silently. He tried to nudge her awake but it didn’t work.               She was out cold.
                  What to do with a beautiful girl in his bed? Her soft pink lips were parted with her breathing, and Alec leaned his head down to listen to her heart. It was quiet and gentle… like her.   He sighed heavily; wishing this ache in his chest would go away. He reached up and brushed aside the sooty locks of hair from her pale face and covered her with his blanket.
                  Alec rested his head beside hers and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet scent of her hair.
                  “Goodnight, lovely Lucy,” he whispered softly and closed his eyes.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
                 
     
    Lucy’s eyes flew open. The room was dark and she was lying in bed but something wasn’t right. The bed felt different and something warm was wedged up against her back. She wiggled onto her back to find Alec sleeping contentedly beside her. She was half covered with his blanket.
                  What the hell?
                  Then it came back to her. She had fainted and poor Alec, unable to do anything, had simply fallen asleep with her in his bed. Lucy carefully slid out and slipped out of the room. She shut the door leaving a small crack to hear him and went into the bathroom.
                  Splashing some cold water on her face and neck, she tried to make sense out of it. She wasn’t given to fainting spells. But these past few weeks she hadn’t been feeling up to par. Maybe she should see a doctor. Putting her nursing skills to good use, she made a mental list of all her symptoms and came up with a simple diagnosis. Stress. Plain and simple.
                  Sighing, she began to undress when she was overcome by a wave of nausea so sudden and severe she barely had time to flip up the lid of the toilet. Lucy sank to her knees as wave after wave hit her. Shuddering, she closed the lid and flushed it. She wet a washcloth and bathed her face refusing to accept the horrible thought that was suddenly hurtling through her weary brain.
                  When she felt her legs could support her, she went to her bedroom and lay down. Lucy covered her