Page 93 of Hiding for the Holidays
I think for a second, my brows furrowing. I don’t seem to have any gaps in my memory, I remember every second of what happened since Scott took me from the kitchen. “I don’t think so.”
He nods then holds out his hands. “Squeeze.” I do, but he still asks me to push against his palms, lift my legs, touch my nose.
“Okay, one more thing. Do you know what day it is?”
“Saturday.”
“Good, and the date?”
“December twenty-second.”
“And do you know who these two protective men are?” he asks with a smirk, gesturing to Grant, who’s lap I’m sitting in, and a hovering Leo over his shoulder.
I tell him their names, and he nods.
“Good.” He stands up and writes something on his clipboard as he speaks. “I don’t think you have a concussion. Just take it easy for the next twenty-four hours, and come back immediately if you throw up or pass out.”
“What about her head?” Leo asks.
“I’m going to clean that up now, I don’t think she needs stitches, and it’s not bleeding anymore. But I’ll know more when I get in there.”
The nurse helps by passing him a table on wheels. On it is gauze and cleaning supplies and when I notice there are no needles or surgical instruments there I relax a bit.
Gripping Grant’s hand for support, I tilt my head and let the doctor and nurse clean my head and check the wound.
“Alright, all done.” he says, removing his gloves. He glances at Grant and Leo before asking, “Can I have one minute alone with Rosalie, please?”
“No,” Leo says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever you have to say to her, you can say to me.”
“I’m sorry son, but this is just procedure, you can wait right outside the door.”
He grumbles, but after Grant makes sure I’m okay sitting upright on my own he grabs Leo’s shoulders and directs him into the hall, giving me a look that says he’s right outside if I need him.
The door shuts and the doctor pulls up a stool to sit right in front of me as he drops his voice.
“Who hurt you? Was it one of them?”
I shake my head then wince from the pain.
“It was my ex, he’s been stalking me. He threw me in the pond. T-they saved me,” I say, my lip trembling as I remember how scared I had been.
“You can tell me if it was one of them; I will protect you.”
“I promise it wasn’t them. Can I go home now, Doctor?” I ask, feeling tired and impatient. Defending the men I love, the men who saved me, is frustrating and I just want to go home and get out of these wet panties.
He looks at me a moment before nodding. “Of course.” He turns his head and says loudly, “You can come back in now.”
The door opens and they both barrel towards me as the doctor tells them, “You can take her home now. Remember what I said. Twenty-four hours.”
“Thanks, doc,” Leo says. I realize he’s in dry clothing, he must have changed in the car. They often had extra sweats lying around so they could work out whenever they felt like it. But Grant was still shirtless and I cling to him, hoping to keep us both warm as I wrap my legs around his waist.
Nobody says anything as they carry me to the car. I want to ask about Asher again, but Grant promised he’s fine. Halfway home his phone dings, and when he pulls it out, I glance at the screen and see Asher’s name, my heart jumping in my chest with relief.
Then I see the message.
It’s done. Meet you at home in five.
“What’s done?” I can’t help but ask.
