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“I don’t want it.” All I wanted was info on my girl.
“Maybe you could hold on to it for Jess, then?” Rory suggested, completely nonplussed by my rejection. “How is she by the way?”
I accepted the hot drink, my throat constricting, and gazed off down the hall. “No one will tell me.”
Rory grabbed another coffee and held it out to the guard. “I’m sure you’ve had such a long night. And now you have to deal with these guys. Here, you deserve this.”
I made a rude sound. I’d just told her these jackals wouldn’t tell me shit, and she wanted to hand out coffee? “Ryan,” I called, gruff. “You better get your girl.”
Unthreatened, Rory offered again. “Go on. It’s caramel.” Reluctantly, the guard reached for it, and she smiled. “Madison has donuts.”
“You giving my donuts to someone else?” Jamie grumped.
Oh, now they wanted to do something about this? Assholes.
Madison flipped open the lid on the box and held it out to the man. “What’s your favorite?”
Landry appeared, her blond hair waving around her face. “I like the cake ones.” She pointed, smiling up at the man. “I bet you’re a chocolate-cream-filled guy.”
Behind her, Rush scoffed.
The guard glanced between all three girls standing there waiting for him to take a pastry. “I’m on duty.”
“It’s the least we can do for the trouble,” Madison said, batting her brown eyes. “We won’t tell.”
“Just one,” Rory goaded.
“Well, one won’t hurt.” He agreed and reached into the box.
“I knew it,” Landry mused. “Chocolate cream filled.”
He smiled at her.
Rush grabbed her from behind, pulling her back into his body. “Smile at my girl again, and it’ll be the last meal you ever eat,” he threatened.
The guard stiffened. “Everyone, out!”
Multiple voices started talking over each other, a kid around the corner started wailing, and my temples started to throb.
I didn’t give a shit about any of this. None of it. All I wanted was to know how Jess was. Why was that so fucking hard for anyone to comprehend?
A light touch on my arm had me reeling back, ready to put up a fight, but it was just P.
“I’m fucking worried,” I said, my voice getting lost in the chaos.
He nudged my arm again and then pointed to a man dressed in mint-green scrubs with a long white lab coat and stethoscope around his neck. In his hand was a tablet, on his head a scrub cap, and there was a mask strapped around his ears, but the facepiece tugged under his chin.
I thrust the latte in my hands at Prism, and my sneakers squeaked with the force of my push as I met him halfway down the hall. “Doc. Please tell me you have news on Jess.”
He glanced at his tablet. “Ms. Park? The young woman brought in with a head injury?”
My stomach dropped. “Yes. How is she?”
The doctor’s gaze shifted from me to Prism and then back. “Are you a blood relative?”
Jesus. This shit again?
I let out a frustrated growl and tugged on my hair. “Please. Just tell me if she’s okay.”
