Page 175 of Three Irish Kings
After Sam performs his exam, I pull everything back up to cover myself.
“You will need an ultrasound to confirm my diagnosis, so please have one as soon as you can, but for now I can tell you it all looks good.”
My body sags, and as he discards the gloves and steps back, I sit up and pull my shirt down.
He sits next to me again. “Now, let’s take a look at that face, shall we? Take a deep breath.”
Putting his hand on my nose, he starts feeling around.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the pain, taking in a shaking breath. This is even worse than when he was touching my belly.
“On the count of three. One…” He cracks my nose back into place.
I scream. I can’t help it.
Pain floods through my face, my eyes streaming tears.
“I’m sorry. The good news is that it’s reset. It shouldn’t give you any more trouble. As for that black eye…” he feels around it for a couple of seconds, and God, it’s like shattered glass in my eye. “Looks good, Just give it time and it will heal on its own. Doesn’t appear to have compromised the orbital space.”
I have no idea what that means, so I just nod. “Thank you.”
I choke the words out, and Sam gives me a sad little smile.
“You’re welcome, lass.”
“And could you please not?—”
He lifts his hand. “Doctor patient confidentiality.”
I nod. “Thank you. For everything.”
After another look at me, he leaves the room, and I burst into tears.
Everything seems to be crashing down on me at once.
I was so worried about my baby.
I’m all alone, locked up in a lunatic’s house, with dangerous criminals all around, and my only company is a girl who apparently never grew up past the mental age of eight. Liam, Cillian, and Dare might have left me here to rot, and I’m pregnant, and I’m injured, and everything is terrible.
Stop it, Isla.
If no one is coming for me, I’ll save myself.
I’m comingout of the bathroom where I went to put some water on my face and wash away the tears when Irene knocks on the door and enters my room carrying a huge bowl of popcorn.
“Did the doctor come?”
“He did.” I sound tired and nasal. “He reset my nose; it just hurt a lot.”
“We don't have to watch a movie if you don't feel well." But her downcast eyes tell another story.
I smile. It’s barely seven in the morning. Even if I want to run away, it’s way to early for that. My best shot is closer to nine, when a few shifts change and there are more people out there on the streets that can help me escape. Might as well spend my last few hours here enjoying myself.
“I'm okay. Plus, who could miss an action movie on the big screen?”
Grinning, she stands up, waiting for me to follow.
She leads me to the east wing of the house, which seems deserted. There are no guards here, probably because it’s so far into the mansion.
