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Theo turns around in his seat, his eyes wide as he stares at the two of us.
“Damn, I think I’m jealous,” he breathes out.
“Then you should try harder at redeeming yourself,” I shrug.
Theo’s lips tug up into a devilishly handsome smirk. Screw him for being so handsome.
“Challenge accepted.”
CHAPTER 16
Stone
Ifucking hate hospitals.
I’mthisclose to screaming and tearing my hair out. If they don’t turn off that incessant beeping heart monitor, I’m going to throw it across the room.
“Is everything alright, Officer Stone?” Betsy, one of the older nurses who’s been tending to me asks.
She glances at the heart rate monitor, probably seeing how freaked out I am, and frowns.
“You seem a bit stressed.”
“Is there any way you can turn that godforsaken thing off?” I bite out.
My free hand, the one that’s not attached to any of the machines or IV, comes up as I press against my temple, trying to ease the building pain behind my eyes that I don’t think is from getting my ass handed to me.
The only downside of moving that arm is the lingering pain that shoots up my shoulder. That was the one they practically ripped out of its socket. Technically, I shouldn’t be moving it at all, right now, but my other arm is occupied by Betsy drawing some blood for some tests.
“Oh, yes, sorry,” she says, hurrying over to the heart monitor and pressing some buttons.
I’m met with blissful silence.
I finally let my eyes close as I lean back against the pillows.
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry, Betsy,” I sigh. “I’m in a terrible mood right now, but you don’t deserve me taking that out on you. Thank you for taking care of that.”
“Of course, sweetie. That’s my job. You’re practically a hero. I do my job for plenty of people who are far from being heroes.” She pats my arm gently before flashing me a bright smile. “Press that button over there if you need anything more, alright? I’ll let you get some rest.”
I stare up at the ceiling, her words washing over me.
You’re practically a hero.
Like hell I am.
Heroes don’t fuck up and get caught.
Heroes don’t put the lives of beautiful, wide-eyed omegas in danger like I have.
Flashes of Reyna and her wide stormy gray eyes staring up at me—in The Warehouse locker room, by the fighting cage, in that shitty basement where they tortured me, with men ready to kill me right outside the door—consume my brain.
That’s not the only reason why I’m in a foul fucking mood though.
Even though the heart monitor has stopped its incessant beeping, you can’t get rid of the smell of the antiseptic they use to clean these rooms. It’s burned its way up my nostrils and buried itself in my lungs.
I’m all too familiar with the smells, the sounds, the soul-sucking nature of places like these. Ofhospitals.
That’s what happens when your big sister is kept on life support after she tried to kill herself.
