If Declan is telling me that I need to get to the hospital, that means something happened to Blake, right?
My mind fills with all sorts of thoughts; none of which are good.
Sophie and a prospect take me to the hospital.
I don’t remember the ride there but, before I know it, we are pulling up with Sophie holding my hand.
Sophie finds the brothers in the waiting room and, as soon as I see Declan, I run into his arms.
“What happened? Where’s Blake?” I ask in a rush.
“He was shot. We got him here as soon as we could. They rushed him off to surgery. There was no exit wound, so the bullet is still inside. We won’t know any more for a few hours,” he says holding me tighter when I let out a small sob.
I don’t know how long we sit in the waiting room, probably hours, but I won’t leave when one of my men is in there.
Brothers come and go to eat and check on their women; however, once the women found out what was going on, there was nothing stopping them from checking on the status of Blake. They took turns watching the kids.
I’m exhausted and a mess.
I don’t know what I would do if Blake didn’t make it out of the surgery.
Finally, after what feels like forever, a doctor comes into the room.
“Blake Andrews,” he says, and every single one of us stands. I don’t miss how the doctor’s eyes go wide.
“We are all here for Blake,” Prez says coming to the front.
The doctor swallows hard, eyeing everyone before telling us about Blake’s condition.
“Blake is in stable condition. He lost a lot of blood, so we had to give him a transfusion. He’s resting in recovery right now and we expect him to make a full recovery. Once he is in a regular room, I will send a nurse to let you see him. Please, only two people at a time until he gets the rest he needs,” he says, and then walks out of the waiting room.
Prez starts sending people home, but I firmly shake my head. I’m not going anywhere.
I’m thankful that Declan doesn’t try to make me leave, but I’m guessing that he needs to stay for the same reasons that I do.
Sophie and Trigger sit with us and barely leave our sides. At one point, Trigger goes to get us coffee. I’m sure that everyone else would have stayed too, but they have little kids who need their moms and dads.
I tried to tell Sophie and Trigger that they could go, but they weren’t having it. Sophie told me that I would do the same for her, so she’s staying to take care of Pyro and me.
It’s late when Blake is finally in his own room.
The nurse comes to get us. Declan and I head into Blake’s room. As soon as my eyes land on Blake, I can feel the tension leave my body.
He looks a little pale, but he’s resting and I’m sure he’s not in any pain. I sit on the edge of his bed and grab his hand in mine.
“Thank God you’re okay. I was worried there for a second,” I say with a strained voice; there’s a crack in my words and I can’t help the tears that flow.
Declan comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders.
“He’s okay, baby. You didn’t lose him,” he says softly.
I nod my head, but I still break out in a sob.
“I know, but I can’t help but wonder what if I had? He’s so important to me. You both are,” I say.
Declan kisses the side of my head.
“It’s okay, baby. Let’s sit back in the chair and wait for him to wake up. I won’t bother trying to make you leave because I know that you won’t until you see him awake yourself,” he says pulling his chair close to the bed so that I don’t have to let go of Blake’s hand.
I sit on his lap and rest my head against his chest.
I fall asleep with both my men. I’m happy and calm now that I know that they are both alive.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Bullet
I hear hushed voices and a beeping sound that leaves me confused.
I slowly open my eyes and wince at the bright light.
Someone must have been watching me because I hear someone talk in a low whisper, “turn the light off and we will turn on the other one behind his bed. That way, the light won’t hurt his eyes. He probably has a nasty headache.”
It takes a second to realize that it’s Krista talking.
The lights are switched, and Krista sounds closer. “Okay baby, you can open your eyes now,” she says softly.
I slowly open my eyes and Krista is sitting on the edge of the bed side me. She has one hand in mine and the other softly caressing my cheek.
Damn, she is a beautiful sight to wake up to.
“W-water,” I rasp out, my throat feeling completely dry.
She brings a cup to my lips with a straw. “Just small sips and then we will get your doctor,” she says softly.
“Pyro was right,” I say.
Krista looks at me quizzically.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“You are a beautiful sight to wake up to,” I say with a slight smile. I can’t manage the energy to grin at her, but I hear Pyro chuckle.
“Even shot and hopped up on painkillers, you are still trying to charm her,” he says with a smile.
“Damn, I can’t believe I was shot again,” I rasp out.
Krista laughs. “Well, your name isn’t ‘Bullet’ for nothing.”
I shake my head
