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“No, he’s right,” Wade told him. “You’re going to the hospital with your mate, who needs to have a bullet dug out of his shoulder.”
“At least it’s not in your chest this time,” Avery pointed out.
I grunted.
“It’s too bad hospitals don’t have punch cards,” Wade said, and I was happy to hear the warmth back in his voice.
“You’re both really funny.” I got up stiffly, only then realizing that there was blood running down my arm and dripping off my fingertips in a constant stream. “That’s weird.”
“Why aren’t you healing?” Avery sounded confused.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Sasha gasped, and the terror in his voice was worrying.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’m fine,” I murmured before the room tipped so sharply to the left that I wasn’t really surprised that standing was no longer an option.
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SASHA
“You were right,” Gigi said when she sailed back into the private hospital room where Deacon was sleeping. “He really doesn’t own anything that’s not black. I thought you were kidding. I never noticed before, but you need to work on that immediately.”
“I plan to, because at the moment, beyond what your mother knits for him, he dresses like the prince of darkness.”
“Did he tell you he’s the only one she knits for now, besides my kids and Graeme’s?”
“He did.”
“He has an enormous scarf she made him that I covet. It’s this incredible wine color, and he can wrap it around his neck three times and it still hangs to his knees.”
“Sounds amazing.”
“I want one, said I wanted one, but instead, she made it for him.”
“Should have worn more of her knitting,” I teased her.
“My daughter has a sweater I want, too. There are acorns all over it for fall.”
I laughed at her, then had to look away quickly.
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry anymore. The doctor said he can go home tomorrow. He’s been fine all the times he’s woken up, and the last time, he was more worried about you.”
“I shifted after I got hurt, as I told him before we all finally realized he almost bled out while we were talking.”
She took a deep breath. “What exactly happened?”
“The doctor said it would have been fine if they’d extracted the bullet immediately, but when he shifted back from his wolf, with all the bones breaking and reforming, the muscle contractions and his blood pumping—the bullet suddenly hit an artery.”
“But they got it out when he arrived here, repaired the damage, and let’s not forget that he’s an alpha, after all. His body has repaired a lot of injuries over the years.”
Our eyes met and held.
“I know what his father did to him. My father told me, and he didn’t find out until his brother let it slip when he was leaving. It was good he left so my father didn’t go to jail.”
“I understand the impulse to run over his father with a car.”
“The thing is, though, he’s never told me, but he clearly told you. You should feel very special to him.”
