Michael stepped into the hallway and leaned against the door to his room with his eyes closed, his fist clinched in anger.
Damn it, Marcie...
What the hell did this Nick Messina guy do to her? Marcie had never been insecure about her appearance before. That's what he loved about her, and he had Al Holden to thank for it. Jen told him that before Marcie met Al, she had no confidence in herself. Loving Al had changed Marcie completely, and for that, Michael was grateful.
"Hey, Michael."
At the familiar voice, Michael opened his eyes to find John standing before him.
"Hey John."
"Is everything okay? I thought Marcie was staying with you."
"She is. She's in there." Michael said dolefully, pointing to his room.
"I heard about her health scare man. Is she okay?" John asked.
When Michael didn't answer, John looked at him worriedly.
"You look stressed, little brother. Something wrong?"
Nervously, Michael rubbed the back of his neck. "Can I talk to you, John?"
"Sure, what about?"
"It's Marcie."
"Okay, what's going on?"
Michael looked around uneasily. "Can we talk somewhere in private?"
"Sure, let's go into my room." John said.
"Let me just check on Marcie and I'll be right there. Although I doubt she wants to see me right now."
"You two having problems?"
"It's a long story." Michael said.
Michael returned to his room and saw Marcie sleeping soundly. She looked so beautiful. Anger rose inside of him, trying to imagine what that jackass Nick could have said to her.
But he couldn't dwell on that now. The important thing was to get Marcie healthy again. Although he hadn't mentioned it to anyone, Marcie looked like she had lost some weight. He was sure she would be happy with that news, but as a doctor, he knew that losing weight due to lack of food was downright dangerous.
Not wanting to disturb her, he lovingly covered her with a blanket and planted a feather-light kiss on her cheek. "I love you, Sweetie." He whispered.