Page 31 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“The medication is to be stopped. Monitor her pain levels and keep us informed of any changes in her vital signs. One of us will be back in a few hours to see how things are going.”
She was being taken off the drugs!
I was set to stay put until she was awake. Maybe, if she asked for me, they’d let me go into her room. Even if all they’d allow me to do was to look at her through the window, I’d take it. After the doctors had cleared out, I went into the small waiting area by the nurses’ desk. Sitting quietly, I watched and counted the nurses that were in there. Five of them were watching over Blyss and the other three patients who were under their protection.
“You guys are a lot like angels,” I said to try to break the ice.
“That’s been said before,” one of the female nurses responded to me.
Not many of the hospital staff were fans of mine. I was the big, bad man who took the little girl to the bad place. If they only knew how much I hadn’t wanted to take her there, then things might’ve been different. I wasn’t about to go spouting off that Blyss wanted to be there. Pointing the finger at the victim isn’t a smart thing to do. But I did plan on letting Blyss know she’d never be stepping foot in a place like that again.Not ever!
I wasn’t going to lay a hand on her again, but I was going to exert my authority over her in other ways. Like making her let me take care of her. And love her. And worship the ground she walked on. In those regards, I’d stay her Dom.
Three hours later, one of the nurses came out and gave me a little smile. “She said your name, Troy.”
I jumped up and begged, “Please let me see her! Please! I’ll give you a million dollars if you’ll just sneak me in to see her!”
She nurse looked around, then wiggled her finger at me. “I don’t want your money. But I will give you a tiny bit of information. The night nurses will be coming in soon. There are scrubs in the closet that’s just outside of the bathroom over there. I’ll put the name,Physician’s Assistant Tad Stevens, down in the book, making evaluations for the Surgeons’ General Office. Maybe you’ll be able to pull off a little visit after we get off. Best if you’re not sitting here, waiting, when the night shift comes in.”
With a nod, I turned to leave. Taking a look at the closet, I turned back to find she was looking away on purpose. Going to it, I grabbed a set of scrubs out and covered them with the blanket I’d brought for Blyss if she did wake up. I was set to make a visit. I just had to wait around for another three hours, then I could finally get to her. I was a ball of energy, to say the least.
The hours ticked by slower than maple syrup in the winter. But finally, I saw the first shift of ICU nurses leaving the hospital from my strategic location near the lobby bathrooms. I had changed a few minutes earlier and had hidden my clothes under the sink in the bathroom. I had the ring in the pocket of my scrubs and was heading to see Blyss. My heart was pounding with each step I took.
It was almost midnight, the hospital was dim, and no one was around except an old security guard who was already snoring as I passed by him. Not that I was worried about him. I was under cover in my scrubs after all. The night shift was quietly whispering as I came into the ICU waiting room. I acted like I was tired, yawning and stretching. “Hey, guys. Tad Stevens from Surgeons’ General …”
“Yeah, man, sign the book and do what you gotta do. We just started our shifts. We have shit to do,” one of the nurses told me. “The paperwork on one of our comas is like a mountain.”
I nodded, scribbled the name in indiscernible writing, then headed down the hallway to find my lady. I found her watching television as she laid in bed. Her eyes were wide open and I nearly fell to my knees in thanks to the Lord above.
“Blyss,” I hissed as I came into her room.
She looked at me for a second before a smile moved over her lips. “Troy!”
Her heart monitor sped up and I put my finger to my lips. “Stay calm, baby. I snuck in here to see you.”
“I’ve been asking for you since I first woke up. They told me only family could come in. I can’t believe you did this. Weren’t you afraid you’d get caught?” She tried to pick up her hand, but was too weak to do it. “I can barely move. They said I’ll have to start therapy in a few days.”
“I’ve missed you,” I said as I ran my hand over her cheek. “I love you, Blyss. Can you ever forgive me?”
She looked at me with blank eyes. “For what?”
“You do know what happened to you, right?”
“Was I in an auto accident? The doctors won’t tell me any more than that I was brought here in bad shape. They had to do surgery to fix me up, and they’ll tell me more when I’m ready to hear it.” Her eyes roamed over my face. “How was it you weren’t hurt too? I had to have been riding with you.”
“You weren’t in an accident. But I don’t want to get into that right now. If the doctors think it’s better to wait, then I’m not about to go against their suggestion.” A sigh escaped as I looked at her. “You have no idea how good it is to see you awake.”
“How long have I been asleep?” she asked as she looked passed me. One of the nurses came in and was looking at all her lines and wires. “Hello, I’m Blyss Danner.”
The male nurse smiled at her. “I know. I’ve been taking care of you for a little over a week. It’s good to see you awake. How do you feel on a scale of one to ten?”
“Um, some things hurt on me. My stomach feels sore, my back is aching, and my throat is sore and dry. Anything we can do about all that?” For a woman in that much pain, she was in good spirits. I was more than a bit surprised.
“I’ll give you a dose of morphine.” The nurse left to get the drug, and I suddenly recalled the fact the Blyss had been addicted to a lot of things when she was born.
“Try not to take too many painkillers, baby. You do remember your problem when you were a baby, right?” I ran my hand over her arm and couldn’t help but notice the red whelps that were still on the back of it. My heart stuttered as I tried to hold back my anger at the man who did that to her.
“Do you think I should tell him not to give me anything? It didn’t occur to me that they don’t know my history. I’m glad you snuck in here. I really could use you here, Troy. I’m so weak, and I’m bored to pieces. Could you bring me some books or something?”
