Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Then I remembered Aly.
“Aly!”
“Corvette’s got her. We need to get you to the hospital.”
Oh, good. That was all good.
“Babe.” We were still running.
“Hmm?”
“You shouldn’t fall asleep. You look like your head got hit.”
Right. Yes. I was concussed, very very sure to where I knew I was. My head was still hurting. And things were still woozy.
Still. Logic was kicking in. It’d be better if I stayed awake.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened to you? We’ve been looking all night for you.”
Yes. He would’ve had no idea.
Panic seized me. “Those guys!” They couldn’t come back. They couldn’t get Shane. Wait. I was okay. Shane had a gun.
“In here.” That was another voice and Shane was slowing down.
“I got her. Make room.” Shane’s voice was now rough as he passed me to someone else.
I looked up. It was the new guy from yesterday. Idaho? No. That wasn’t right. Why couldn’t I remember?
“Okay.” That was Shane.
And I was being passed right back to Shane, who was in a truck. He held me in his arms, going all the way to the inside and a second later, Corvette slid into the seat next to us, Aly tucked in his arms. He was cradling her like a baby, and I knew Aly. Her huge size of ten (I’m being very sarcastic here) did a number on her self-esteem, but he was cradling her like a baby and our eyes met since he had her the other way on his chest. We both were noting the same thing, and she started laughing a little.
Corvette froze, his head jerking down to take her in.
I started laughing, which made Shane hug me a little tighter. “Ow. My ribs.”
He loosened his hold immediately.
I looked up. “No. It’s from laughing.” I looked back to Aly. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m not really sure.”
The Idaho guy got behind the wheel, and another guy jumped in the passenger side. Both slammed their doors shut, as Shane opened his window a little. “Thank you for the use of your dogs.”
I heard a muffled voice, but then we were off and we were going fast too.
Shane put his window back up, saying, “Hit the heat, Roadie.”
The heat’s fan blasted a second later.
“Should we call her man?” I couldn’t tell who that came from. Shane’s heat was pulling me back down, and we were in a moving vehicle. Sleeping in a moving vehicle was my favorite.
“Not yet.”
I heard Aly say something.
Shane responded, but …
“They were outside all night?”
I woke again, hearing that question as I was being put on a bed, then wheeled down a hallway.
Shane answered, coming with us, “Yes. We found them this morning.”
“What time?”
“A little after five.”
“And they were outside, why?”
I was a bit more coherent this time, and I waited for what Shane would respond with. He didn’t.
“Sir, do I need to call the police?”
“No fucking cops,” he growled.
We were moving into a room, and as we did, I lifted my head, taking in the scene around me. At Shane’s growl, Roadie and Boise moved next to Shane, all three giving the doctor a meaningful look.
“I see.” The doctor’s response was tight. His eyes narrowed. “I need the room. You three will need to step out. We have a lobby where you can wait. I’ll have one of the nurses show you.”
“We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be right out here.” Shane stepped back, his anger simmering under the surface and he took one step out into the hallway. His gaze went to mine just as a nurse came in and whisked the curtain closed. She went to the bed and started setting up an IV right away. The doctor was looking me over as the nurse mentioned, “Red Demons, huh?”
I looked up, giving her a different look because she didn’t sound scared. “You know them?”
“I think the better question is do you know them? They friends of yours?”
She was worried about me. I nodded, slightly just as the doctor said, “Don’t move your head. Not yet.”
I said to her, “They’re friends. He’s my man.”
Because he was.
Shane.
My man.
I liked telling her that, and I liked that it was true. I wasn’t scared to claim him. I also wasn’t scared that he was my man. Felt right.
Yeah. I’m pretty sure I was concussed. Only thing that made sense right now.
“What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Kali. I’m a nurse. Hoping my ankle is a strain and fairly sure I have a little concussion going on.”
“All right, Kali. I’m Rena, and this is Dr. Vioeri. You just give us some of your time and we’ll make sure everything is okay with you. Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Good.”
After that, the doctor moved in and I was checked out.
The final diagnosis was a slight concussion, my ankle was already better so the strain was super slight, and some seriously nasty scrapes over half of my body. I’d really not liked when they cleaned those up, but when they wrapped everything and gave me antibiotics, I was more inclined to like the staff from the Fallen Crest hospital. The doctor told me I needed rest, keep away from too much stimulus with my concussion, and I’d need to have my bandages cleaned once per day. The stitches would dissolve themselves, for where I needed to get stitches.