Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Something that she confirmed to me the next moment when her eyes opened and she stared at me with those baby blues.
“Thought you were awake,” I teased her.
The corner of her mouth twitched into a small, weak smile, and my belly clenched.
She really had to be sick for me to get a smile out of her.
I hadn’t been blessed with one of her smiles in well over a year.
My fault.
I gritted my teeth at the urge to curse and stared at her for a long moment.
“You want any pain meds?” I prodded, pressing my fingertips lightly on her left shoulder.
She flinched.
Well, her eyes did.
The rest of her stayed so completely still that it would’ve been missed by anyone but me.
I knew those eyes well, though. Knew the expressions on her face. Knew the tilt of her mouth when pain washed over her.
“Bowe,” I said, keeping my eyes locked with July’s. “Give her some meds.”
“10-4,” Bowe confirmed, standing up and reaching for the meds.
“I’ll drive!” Tai called from the front.
Drew got out and shut the ambulance’s doors, and I felt the jolt of the ambulance as Tai took the driver’s seat.
“You want me to do anything?” Naomi asked softly from my side.
I didn’t bother to look up at her, instead just shook my head side to side. “No.”
“Cut’s infected as fuck,” Bowe muttered. “She’s gonna have to have that cut open and drained. Infection’s spreading, too. Look at the way it’s spider webbing around the wound.”
I assumed Bowe was talking to Naomi, so I leaned forward and placed my forehead against hers for a few long moments before I sighed and leaned back.
“Now I’m going to have to call your brother,” I told her. “You know what kind of fun that’s going to be.”
A spark of humor flared in her eyes, and I narrowed my eyes at her as I stripped my gloves from my hands and tossed them into the trash basin next to my feet.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I made the call.
And immediately decided I should’ve just texted him when Wolf spouted off a bunch of questions I had no answer to yet.
“Listen,” I said with annoyance. “When I know something, I’ll tell you. Until then, don’t call me.”
Then I hung up, shoved the phone into my pocket, and narrowed my eyes at July.
“Your brother’s a fucker.”
Chapter 8
If you can’t be safe, be deadly.
-Word to the wise
July
“Go away,” I murmured tiredly. “I don’t want you here.”
Alexa stood in the doorway, her eyes on the two of us, completely blank.
I wanted to snarl at her, but I just didn’t have the energy to do so.
Maybe later, but right now, it was taking everything I had to keep my eyes open and speak to Dean.
I’d made it to the ER.
I’d been given fluids, had tests run, and was now listening to the ER doc tell me and Dean that I had a serious infection that would require some antibiotics that would likely make me feel like shit for the next few days.
“She’ll need to be watched closely, otherwise we’ll need to admit her,” the doctor was explaining, completely ignoring the fact that I’d asked Dean to leave.
Then again, that might be because Dean knew the damn man.
Then again, Dean knew nearly everyone in every hospital in the area.
So it wasn’t a surprise that he’d know my doctor, too. It also came to no surprise to me that he’d stayed, nor that Alexa was my nurse.
I narrowed my eyes at the woman that was standing in the door, and she narrowed them right back at me.
I closed my eyes to block out the woman’s snooty face and started the slide into sleep when Dean’s voice broke into my calming thoughts.
“She’ll come home with me,” Dean began saying to the doctor. “Her brother’s on a case and can’t come, but I’m free. Already asked for time off, too. Done deal.”
I was shaking my head in the negative, but the doctor was already speaking over my denials.
“Great,” he called. “Alexa, please get her discharge papers in order. She’ll be going home with PD.”
I sighed and closed my eyes once again, this time in defeat.
“Dammit.”
“What was that?” Dean asked, leaning over me so his ear was close to my mouth.
“Dammit,” I repeated.
“Oh,” he snorted. “That’s what I thought you said.”
Thirty minutes later, Alexa was wheeling me out to the exit with Dean at my side.
I was wearing a pair of blue hospital scrubs and my tank top, but I was upright and aware of what was going on around me.
Especially the tenseness of the two at my back.
“Don’t forget to let me know how your date goes,” Dean ordered as he opened the door to his truck.
“I won’t,” Alexa promised. “Do you want me to stop by tomorrow night for pizza?”
“No,” Dean denied. “July and I will be having a night in, but thank you.”