Page 55 of Bratva Wolf

He nods. “About two weeks. Totally fine, brother.”

The nurse pushes Isabella’s wheelchair as Cynric walks with them. My phone vibrates and I realize I haven’t checked my phone. My jaw drops as I read.

“Fuck!” I walk around the corner in front of Cynric and Isabella in the wheelchair and run into Wystan. “What the fuck?”

He nods. “She said not to call.”

I turn my head to Cynric and he nods to Wystan. He’ll take my place so I can focus on this mess. I growl at Wystan. “Since when do you ignore my instructions?” I don’t wait for an answer as my eyes drift to Red, sitting in a wheelchair with a nurse. I run over. “What happened?”

The nurse flicks her head between us.

I give a fake smile. “I’m her husband.”

Red’s head snaps to me, and luckily, she doesn’t argue.

“Your wife has been vomiting, and she’s dehydrated. We’re going to admit her.”

We turn the corner as Isabella’s room curtain shifts. Cynric, Saxon, and Isabella are watching us walk down the hallway. Red glances up at me. “What?”

“My family. The cat’s totally out of the bag now.” We told her grandmother and Mrs. Abashin, but I’ve kept it from Papa and my brothers, except Wystan. I just didn’t want to share it yet.

Wystan catches up, and I growl. “You should have called. I’m the boss. Go back and take care of them. I’ve got this.”

Wystan shakes his head. “Cynric said stay with you.”

We step into a room, and I pull Red out of the chair, holding her in my arms.

The nurse snorts. “She needs to change.”

I nod. “Into what?”

She flicks her hand to the large cabinet. “There are gowns. She needs to put one on.”

Wystan raises his hand. “I’ll be in the hallway.” His eyes focus on the nurse. “Join me.”

Her body bristles at his command, but she heads out the door with him.

I set her down on the side of the bed as I go retrieve a gown.She looks so small and pale on the bed. Her hand covers her mouth like she’s going to be sick, and I grab the basin on the counter, setting it in front of her. “I’m sorry, Red.”

She shrugs. “I’m sorry you’re mad and me and Wystan.”

“He should have called.”

“Yeah. But I knew you were busy and you’d get here.”

I stare at the door and try to remember when Wystan became so quiet.

A half an hour later, the internist walks in.

I look around him. “Where’s her OB?”

He flicks through her chart. “She’ll be here soon.”

“How are you feeling Mrs. Bravikov?” He lifts his head to the IV. “We’re giving you fluids and anti-nausea medication. I’m hoping this is a virus and not food poisoning.”

Red grabs the basin and vomits on cue.

“She can’t keep anything down.”

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