Page 91 of Unexpected Complication

She should be in bed, not napping in a chair beside mine. I lifted my head slightly, wondering where everyone was. Someone should be here to help me put her back in bed. I knew I couldn’t do it myself.

Skylar stirred and lifted her head, blinking at me. Then she smiled—that warm, shy smile she only ever gave to me.

“Hi,” she whispered, leaning closer, placing her hand on my cheek. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“You should be in bed, Kitten.”

She shook her head. “You were too far away then.”

“I’m surprised you were allowed out.”

She smirked. “Sean and Julia are getting something to eat. They think I’m asleep, so they have no idea. I let them leave so I could come closer.”

I shifted, ignoring the pain that radiated through my shoulder and chest. Lifting the scratchy blanket, I grinned. “You aren’t close enough.”

Between her injuries and mine, it took a few minutes, but finally, she was settled beside me. Gingerly, she rested her head on my chest, making sure it didn’t hurt me. I didn’t care about the pain—I only wanted her closer. I drew the blanket over both of us, sighing at the feeling of having her beside me.

“Are you in pain?” I asked quietly.

“I’m okay, Cian. Really, I’m okay.”

“I thought I lost you, Skylar. I didn’t think we were going to get out of that room,” I confessed.

“I thought you were dead,” she said in a quiet, shaky voice. “There was so much blood, and you wouldn’t wake up.”

“Shh,” I soothed. “I’m right here. It’s over.” Awkwardly, I stroked her head. “Rest, baby. We’ll talk more when you’ve rested.”

“Don’t let me go,” she pleaded.

“Never.”

I opened my eyes to find Sean standing beside me, shaking his head. Julia stood with him, a small smile on her face.

“I arranged for her to be in your room, Cian,” he admonished me. “Not in your bed.”

“She needed to be close,” I objected. “You said she had to rest. This was the only way I could get her to sleep.”

Beside me, Skylar snorted. “This was your idea, fuckwit. Don’t get me in trouble.”

“Hush.” I looked at Sean. “She’s talking in her sleep again. She has no idea what she’s saying.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll put her back in her own bed before the doctor comes in and has a shit-fit.”

Skylar pushed closer, and I glared at him. “No.”

Julia slapped his arm. “Leave them be.”

“The doctor…” he grumped.

“Buy him another fucking MRI machine. I don’t care,” I mumbled. “I’m not letting her go.”

He threw up his hands. “Fine. You deal with it.”

I smirked in triumph and closed my eyes again. “Now shut it, old man. You’re disturbing us.”

“Yeah, Sean,” Skylar piped up. “We’re supposed to be resting.”

Sean groaned and Julia giggled.