Page 57 of Bearly Yours
I breathed a sigh of relief. Hospitals were a necessary thing, and very vital to society, but I didn’t know anyone who actuallylikedbeing in them.
Rennyn smiled in understanding. “I’ll see you both in six hours.” He left and I turned to look at my mate who looked utterly exhausted.
“Have you slept?” I was guessing from how terrible he looked that the answer wasno, even before he shook his head at me.
He kissed my forehead again. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered, his voice rough.
I sighed, melting into his embrace. “So am I. Did Finn happen to catch them?” I knew it was a long shot, but it was still possible that someone in the Ferris wheel group could identify who’d stabbed me. We’d been in a huge group of people at the time. The likelihood that every person there hadn’t seenanythingwas very slim. But then again,Ihadn’t seen anything, and I was the one who’d been stabbed.
Roarke’s expression turned thunderous. “No,” he said curtly. “The stiletto blade was spelled to numb instantly on contact, and they made sure to punch it all the way in. So, when you felt the impact of a punch against your side, and not the blade, it was designed that way. They wanted you to be stuck on the Ferris wheel with no way to get down and to get help. Finn set up a hotline so anyone with information can give it anonymously, but so far, no one has come forward.”
“Well, itwasa madhouse. I don’t understand what the stabber was thinking. Didn’t they realize that as a dragon you can fly me to safety and the hospital?”
Roarke shook his head. “I think this was an assassin, not the shifter you met in your tainted dream.”
I puzzled that through. “So, either the assassin is dumb and didn’t do his research, or he or she thought you’d be too distraught to think of shifting and airlifting me out of the fairgrounds.”
Roarke looked subdued. “It really hadn’t occurred to me at first, so it was a pretty good bet. That’s why I had you contactRiggs. I knew he’d be more clearheaded than I was capable of with my mate bleeding out on my lap.”
I kissed his brow, nuzzling him. “It worked, and that’s all that matters. We’ll call it ateameffort.”
We both started laughing which made me gasp in pain. I was a lot better, but not yet healed. Roarke rubbed my shoulders gently in apology.
“Has the spell suggestion worn off of Drew yet?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. When you’re feeling up to it, we can find out. Riggs and the others are here, waiting in the waiting room to see you.”
I tried to sit up a little more but failed epically until Roarke lifted me gently by the shoulders, elevated the bed, and added more pillows behind my back.
I patted the top of my head to feel my probable rat’s nest and was puzzled to find it in a tidy bun. I remembered wearing it down to the fair. I wasn’t sure how a neat bun had happened without my being awake.
“Mia did that. She said having it in a bun would keep it untangled and out of your way once you woke up. She had every faith you would.”
That had been really sweet of her, which reminded me. “Are they okay? Are they still here as well?” Mia had been crying as I was wheeled into surgery, and Draven had been holding back a furious Roarke.
Roarke shook his head. “They had to go home. Mia said she’ll be by tomorrow. Draven is bringing me something in a bit.”
I let out a big breath. “Okay. I’m ready for my Clan. Send them in.”
Roarke left for a minute, and while he was gone a timid nurse came in and took my vitals, charting the numbers on a rolley computer station. It took me a minute to figure out why she was avoiding looking at me.
“I’m so sorry if Roarke growled at the staff. He’s not housebroken yet.”
She chuckled, nodded, and quietly left. I was a little frustrated with my mate, but I also empathized. He’d gone through something horrific. He’d thought I was going to die. But I still felt bad for whatever staff he’d yelled at. I was surprised they hadn’t kicked him out. I knew human and paranormal hospitals were different, but there were still a lot of things that were similar between them, and yelling at the doctors and nurses was always a big no-no.
My Clan came in looking like a cat shifter had dragged them backwards through a swamp. “Woah, you guys look rough.” I winced in sympathy.
Mateo immediately hugged me. He was gentle, but I could feel his friendship and our close Clan bond through his hug. I patted his back, feeling a little choked up.
“Don’t do that again,” he ordered gruffly.
“I’ll try not to. We need to catch this psycho.”
He pulled back and looked at me. “Roarke’s on it,” he whispered. Obviously, everyone still heard, butwhat did that mean?
I gave my mate a look and he gazed back at me in affected innocence.
“I will find out,” I warned him.
