Stacie

ADAM walked into the room and locked the door after him.

He sat down on the bed, offered her a shard of ice.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"Gigantic," she said.

"Stop it, you've never been more beautiful."

The water felt so good sliding down her throat, despite the micron-size portion.

"You just locked the door," she said. "What's that about?"

"Just hospital procedure when there's a disturbance. Nurse Herrick came back. Do you need anything else?"

"I'm all right for now."

Stacie thought he seemed distracted, and she was about to ask him what was wrong, but he was already up again, heading toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm thirsty now." He smiled, but there was anxiety in his eyes. She'd seen this before--his strong face. Hiding pain with a smile. God forbid anyone ever think a minister could have a hard day, a sleepless night.

"They had some apple juice in the Fridge," he said. "I'll be right back."