Page 50 of Brood

Chapter Forty-Two

I shift again on the small bench thing I’ve been sleeping on for the past few days when the nurse peeks her head into the dark room. “Just doing a vital check,” she whispers. Right on the hour mark as per the usual. I keep my eyes on her as she checks Jordyn over. First getting her blood pressure then checking her temperature before injecting pain meds into her IV. She glances back at me before she leaves to walk out the door.

It’s two in the morning, and I can’t fucking sleep. The whirl of the last few days have been enough to make me want to crash for a week. Still, sleep eludes me. It might be because I’m sleeping on something similar to a wood plank. Or maybe it’s because of the slight lingering pain from the bullet wound in my arm. “Brood?” Jordyn’s whisper pulls me to her side.

“Need something?”

“Please go to a hotel and get some actual rest. I will be fine here, I promise,” she tells me again. Four days we have been here. Two of those days she has been awake. The bullet that hit her lodged itself right in her back, too close to the right side of her spine. Piner did what he could to stop the bleeding but couldn't do anymore. So he made the call to get her in the back of the club van and drive her to the nearest hospital sixty miles away. The doctors did everything they could, but the damage to her spinal cord left her right leg paralyzed. They still aren’t sure if it will be permanent, but my Jordyn has every belief that she will overcome it. Woman as determined and stubborn as her, I have no doubt she will too.

“Told you I’m—”

“If you say fine again, I will kick you with my good leg,” she threatens, doing her best to scoot over.

“What are you doing?”

“Get in here. I’m not letting you sleep on that bench one more second. It’s either lay with me or go to a hotel. What will it be?” Like I said, stubborn. Letting out a sigh, I accept that she has won and climbed onto the bed with her. “One more night, and we can go home.” My arms drift around her, careful not to move her too much as we settle into the small hospital bed.

“Music to my ears.”

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