Adam walked further into the room, opening up his overcoat and putting his
hands in his pants pockets. Dixie pushed herself up slightly in bed,
cringing a bit as she did so, resting her hand on her belly.
"What, Adam?" she said. "You know... How is it that you always seem to show up at the worst possible times?"
"I didn't come here to get you worked up," Adam said.
"Please don't tell me you're concerned about me. Because I'm tired of hearing it, Adam. I really am." Dixie paused, gently clenching her abdomen. "I think you should leave before Opal gets back with Uncle Palmer."
Adam didn't budge. "I think you should take her advice." Adam heard from behind him.
Adam spun around quickly. "Well if it isn't Palmer Cortlandt," he said.
"I believe my niece told you to leave," Palmer said. Adam just stood, facing him, his hands still in his pockets.
Dixie bit her bottom lip, nervously. "Just go, Adam," she said. But Adam still didn't move. Dixie paused for a moment. "You're just making this worse. Can't you see that?"
Adam took one of his hands out of his pocket and turned to her. "I will get to talk to you, Dixie," he said. "Somehow, someway, you will hear what I have to say."
"I don't think so," Dixie said. "You had your chance, Adam... but you decided to use it to travel down another road." She paused. "Please don't make me have to embarrass you by calling security."
Adam shook his head slightly. Palmer approached him, grabbing him by the arm and spinning him around. Dixie's eyes widened. Adam pulled loose, straightening his jacket. He cast a glance back at Dixie and then a quick snarl at Palmer. before straightening his jacket once again and leaving the room. Palmer followed after him.
"Adam!" he called. Adam stopped, looking him in the eye. "If anything... happens to Dixie, and I find out that you were anywhere near her," Palmer lowered his voice, speaking through his teeth. "I'll have you killed."
Adam chuckled lightly. "You're pretty forthcoming with the threats, aren't you, Palmer?"
"Oh it's not a threat. It's a promise. And you can hold me to it."
Jake knew better than to get between Adam Chandler and Palmer Cortlandt. he walked right passed them into Dixie's room.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like there's a boxing match going on inside my chest," Dixie said as Jake began to hook up the oxygen. "Oh you're really not going to make me wear that thing in my nose again, are you?"
"It's just a precautionary measure, Dixie." Jake said as he liked the tubing behind her ears.
Dixie looked up at him, worried. "It's not good, is it?" she asked. "I'm not getting any better, am I, Jake?"
"We're still waiting on some labs." Jake said.
"But?"
"It's still too early to tell." He paused. "Try not to worry yourself. Getting all worked up isn't going to help." Jake's pager went off. He looked down at it. "try to relax," he said. "I'll be back later."
Dixie nodded slowly and watched Jake leave the room. There was silence for a moment before Dixie leaned over and picked up the phone. She dialed and waited for an answer.
"Hi, it's me, Dixie," she said after a minute. "I need your help."
"What, Adam?" she said. "You know... How is it that you always seem to show up at the worst possible times?"
"I didn't come here to get you worked up," Adam said.
"Please don't tell me you're concerned about me. Because I'm tired of hearing it, Adam. I really am." Dixie paused, gently clenching her abdomen. "I think you should leave before Opal gets back with Uncle Palmer."
Adam didn't budge. "I think you should take her advice." Adam heard from behind him.
Adam spun around quickly. "Well if it isn't Palmer Cortlandt," he said.
"I believe my niece told you to leave," Palmer said. Adam just stood, facing him, his hands still in his pockets.
Dixie bit her bottom lip, nervously. "Just go, Adam," she said. But Adam still didn't move. Dixie paused for a moment. "You're just making this worse. Can't you see that?"
Adam took one of his hands out of his pocket and turned to her. "I will get to talk to you, Dixie," he said. "Somehow, someway, you will hear what I have to say."
"I don't think so," Dixie said. "You had your chance, Adam... but you decided to use it to travel down another road." She paused. "Please don't make me have to embarrass you by calling security."
Adam shook his head slightly. Palmer approached him, grabbing him by the arm and spinning him around. Dixie's eyes widened. Adam pulled loose, straightening his jacket. He cast a glance back at Dixie and then a quick snarl at Palmer. before straightening his jacket once again and leaving the room. Palmer followed after him.
"Adam!" he called. Adam stopped, looking him in the eye. "If anything... happens to Dixie, and I find out that you were anywhere near her," Palmer lowered his voice, speaking through his teeth. "I'll have you killed."
Adam chuckled lightly. "You're pretty forthcoming with the threats, aren't you, Palmer?"
"Oh it's not a threat. It's a promise. And you can hold me to it."
Jake knew better than to get between Adam Chandler and Palmer Cortlandt. he walked right passed them into Dixie's room.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like there's a boxing match going on inside my chest," Dixie said as Jake began to hook up the oxygen. "Oh you're really not going to make me wear that thing in my nose again, are you?"
"It's just a precautionary measure, Dixie." Jake said as he liked the tubing behind her ears.
Dixie looked up at him, worried. "It's not good, is it?" she asked. "I'm not getting any better, am I, Jake?"
"We're still waiting on some labs." Jake said.
"But?"
"It's still too early to tell." He paused. "Try not to worry yourself. Getting all worked up isn't going to help." Jake's pager went off. He looked down at it. "try to relax," he said. "I'll be back later."
Dixie nodded slowly and watched Jake leave the room. There was silence for a moment before Dixie leaned over and picked up the phone. She dialed and waited for an answer.
"Hi, it's me, Dixie," she said after a minute. "I need your help."
