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Dr. G nods before seeing himself out.
Riot sits beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “You ok sweetness?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Just…tired. So damn tired. Is it over? I need it…to be over.”
I look at him with pleading eyes. I need to hear it from Travis but Travis is out and I trust Riot with my life at this point.
“It’s over. Han left, she has some contacts who can clean things up so no one suspects Reaper or Brotherhood involvement.”
“Oh my god, Zeke! I - I need to apologize,” I bolt into an upright position just as Zeke walks in the front door.
“Forgotten, love. Forgotten.”
He gives me a smile, and I nod in response.
“How did you guys clean up so quickly?” I ask looking around the penthouse.
“Quickly?” Zeke smirks, “You were in the shower for like an hour and a half. Me and Han cleaned up the floors before she left.”
“Thanks guys,” I mutter.
“Is it ok if I just…”
“Go on, we’ll be out here if you need us,” Riot presses a kiss to my forehead and I stand up, walking slowly to the bedroom.
Travis looks so peaceful as he sleeps. Reminiscent of the boy I used to know. His hair flops over his forehead, and I note the slow pace his chest rises and falls as he breathes. Creeping over to the bed, I lift the blanket and slide between the sheets beside him. His thigh is bandaged, his arm is bandaged, and bruising covers his midsection.
Resting my head against his chest, I trail my fingers across his skin. I need to touch him, to feel him. To know it’s all real and not some damn dream.
I’m free.
“You slay my monsters Price,” I whisper and close my eyes.
Chapter thirty-eight
Travis
A cool breeze flows over me, giving me goosebumps, and my eyelids blink open slowly. Sunlight fills the room, and as the grogginess subsides, I realize I’m in my bed. Moving to push myself up, sharp pain shoots through my arm and I roll the opposite direction instead. As I sit up, the pain radiating through my leg reminds me of just how close I was to death’s door yesterday.
The bed is empty and I’m alone, so I drop my legs over the edge of the mattress, and move to stand. My right leg is bandaged up and I can’t bear any real weight on it. My left arm is bandaged all the way up to my shoulder, and it hurts to move. I briefly remember Dr. G showing up to fix me up, but I was so in and out of it, I don’t know how long he was at it.
Trudging over to my bureau, I open the top drawer and pull out a pair of sweatpants. Taking a moment, I slowly step into the legs and pull them up before I make my way out of the bedroom.
The balcony doors off of the living room are open wide, and I see Spencer leaning over the rail with a cup of coffee. In black leggings and an oversized t-shirt, she looks over the city and the air around her feels almost peaceful. Like that weight she’d been holding on her shoulders for so long is finally gone.
“Hey man,” I turn my head to the side and see Riot stretching, Zeke asleep with his head in his lap.
“She ok?” I ask.
“More than. A concussion and a couple of stitches is all. We just stayed to keep an eye on things, in case we needed to call Dr. G back.”
“Thanks man.”
“Of course. I should probably get going though, I need to check in on the problem we left at Afterlife, and I need a fucking shower and my own bed.”
I give him a nod, “Who have you had looking after him?”
“Darren and Gigi have been making sure he has enough sustenance to keep him breathing. Want me to end it?”
