His fingers tapped out a ragged beat while he waited for Christina—he still struggled with calling her by that name. During the last fifteen minutes he’d been waiting, he fought to stave off the worry that was his constant companion: Was she all right? Was she being discharged too early? The invariable questions gnawed at his mind.
Phil had offered to stay and help, but she’d refused, instead, sending Vasya and Gregori to find and purchase a car before collecting her from the hospital. She’d told him, that with his paperwork and the cash she handed him, that would be the easiest option.