Groaning, Shayne opened his eyes to find himself lying on the hospital bed and-
“What the hell are ye doing?” Shayne found himself wondering as he took in the large man lying next to him.
“Shhh, not while I watch my shows,” Declean said, completely fucking enthralled with whatever cooking show he was watching.
Frowning, Shayne turned his head, looking for the monitors and tubes that were no doubt attached to every inch of his body only to frown when the only thing he spotted was a blood pressure cuff attached to his right arm. He-
“Ye’re fine,” Declean said, drawing his attention to find his brother shrugging it off like it was no big deal.
“How the hell am I fine? I got stabbed twice, ye asshole!” Shayne snapped at the insensitive bastard only to have Declean sigh heavily as he reached over, grabbed hold of the hospitalgown that someone put him in and yanked it up, revealing two small sets of stitches.
“You only needed a few stitches,” Declean said, dropping his hold on the hospital gown and went back to watching his show, leaving Shayne lying there, frowning as he took in what should have been two mortal wounds.
“How long have I been here?” Shayne asked, only to panic as his gaze shot around the small curtained room and-
“She went home a few hours ago,” Declean said, only to add, “She’s fine,” making him relax as he thought about everything that happened.
What a fucked up night.
“Did I imagine the asshole?” Shayne asked, reaching over to pull his blood pressure cuff off so that he could rub his hands over his face as he tried to make sense of everything.
“Apparently Finn cursed the asshole, but since he didn’t say the words, it appears that the asshole is trapped along with us without all the bullshit,” Declean explained.
“That seems fair,” Shayne said, sighing heavily as he shoved the sheet out of his way so that he could sit up.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Declean murmured as a nurse walked into the room and leveled a glare on Shayne as she tossed a set of scrubs on the bed before walking away without a word, leaving him to wonder what he’d missed.
“By the way, the hospital staff hates ye. They thought ye were dying and broke out all the good stuff, including drugging ye with enough shit ta knock out an elephant only ta realize that ye only needed a few stitches. Seems that ye’re healing a hell of a lot faster than before.”
“That would explain why I feel like I’m about ta puke,” Shayne said as he was forced to drop his head forward.
“Probably,” Declean murmured as Shayne felt the little bastard shift behind him so that he could hog the bed.
“What happened?” Shayne asked, forced to grab hold of the side of the bed when his body threatened to drop him, making him wonder just how much shit they pumped into his veins.
“Tristan is being hailed a hero. The FBI is currently tearing the tavern apart, looking for the missing women, and I’m currently stuck with ye,” Declean said, shifting a little more and forcing Shayne to bite back a pained groan when the move did things to his stomach that he’d rather not think about.
“And Ashlyn’s mother?”
There was a slight pause before Declean said, “We sent her home.”
“How is Ashlyn handling it?” Shayne asked as he reached up and pulled his gown off and tossed it on the floor.
“Better than expected, but I think that’s because she made peace about her mother’s death years ago.”
“Her uncle’s an asshole,” Shayne said, slowly exhaling as he reached for the scrubs.
“That seems to be the consensus,” Declean murmured, once again shifting and making Shayne regret not shoving him off the bed when he had the chance.
“Where is everyone else?” Shayne asked, surprised that his brothers weren’t here watching over him.
“Everyone went ta check on their mates,” Declean said, drawing his attention to find his brother watching him as his lips slowly pulled up into a smile. “The curse skipped to Connall,” Declean said as all the air in Shayne’s lungs rushed out of him.
“She’s safe,” Shayne said as relief like nothing he’d experienced before slammed into him and he found himself asking the only question that mattered. “How?”
“Ye told her that ye loved her,” Declean said, making Shayne swallow hard only to make him curse when the little bastard grabbed his arm and flashed him out of the room.
In seconds, he was stumbling around his room and-
