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“They don’t know that, and I’ll use it to my advantage. Grandpa is so happy to have his blood back on board that I’ll be able to subtly manipulate him. I’m not an idiot eighteen-year-old anymore. I’ve gained a lot of wisdom in the last seventeen years, and Grandpa’s an old man. It won’t be easy, Sav, but trust me. I can do this.”
I nod.
I have to trust my brother.
I have no other choice.
“What can I do to help?”
“Nothing. This is on me, Sav.” He grabs both of my hands. “You go. You live your life. Be with the man you love. Tell Falcon how sorry I am that he got brutalized so terribly, and that I’m happy he’s on the road to recovery. This is your chance. Take it. Please.”
39
FALCON
When I awake the next morning, I’m surprised to see Raven instead of Savannah in the room with me.
“Ray?” I say.
“Hey, you.” She squeezes my hand. “How are you feeling today?”
“A little better. My breathing seems to feel normal, and it doesn’t hurt quite so much to talk.” I shrug. “How do I look?”
“Like you’ve been hit by a truck,” she says, “but you look wonderful to me.”
A doctor walks in briskly. “Good morning, Mr. Bellamy.”
“Hey, Doc,” I say.
“I have some excellent news for you.” He looks down at a clipboard. “Your imaging results from yesterday afternoon look great. Your minor pneumothorax is healing nicely, and you should be able to go home later today. You’ll need to take it easy, though. Full healing will take up to two weeks, which is why I’m going to want to see you back for imaging then. Your ribs are another story. The hairline fractures will heal on their own, and there’s not much we can do except wait for them to heal. They will be painful for the next week or two.”
“Great,” I groan.
“It could have been a lot worse, Falcon,” Raven says.
Yeah. I could be dead at the hand of that fucker Miles McAllister. But I can’t say this to Raven. She doesn’t even know the full story of what happened to me. I told her it had to do with Savannah’s family, but that’s it. So far she hasn’t pressed it, but now that I’m feeling better, I know I’m in for it today.
“I’m going to sign your discharge papers today, and they’ll be good for this afternoon. I just want to keep you here for the morning to make sure everything continues to go well.”
“Thanks, Doc.” I gingerly rub my jaw. “I think.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“No.”
“Good. The nurse will go over your discharge information with you after lunch.” He looks at Raven then. “You’re not the same woman who I met when Falcon was admitted.”
“No. I’m his sister. Raven Bellamy. Savannah will be here as soon as she can.”
“Good, good. As long as someone is here to drive your brother home,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. “You saying I can’t drive?”
“You can drive as long as you’re not taking your pain meds,” he says, “but hospital protocol dictates that you must be released to an adult. After that, drive if you’re comfortable, but my guess is it will be a few days before your pain is at a point where you can be off the meds for a bit.”
“Got it,” I say.
He looks at me as if he expects me to balk. I have no intention of that. I spent eight years of my life locked up. Staying home and not driving for a few days is nothing—especially now that I know Savannah is safe.
