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The man who had attacked her burst up from a chair that had been pulled in close to the bedside.
Before he could come at her, she put the gun up to his face. “Sit the fuck down, this isn’t about you.”
The chuckle from the patient cut through a subtle whirring sound. “Yes, Apex. Do sit down.”
There was a tension-filled moment. And then “Apex” lowered himself back into the chair.
Rio again turned her head toward the poor man in the bed. His only treatment, that she could see, was a small fan set on top of a cardboard box, the cooling air traveling across his ravaged skin.
“Are you okay,” she said roughly.
Stupid question.
“My dear,” came the response. “How kind of you to ask.”
Rio glanced at the Apex guy. He was watching her like in his mind he was ripping her arms off with his bare hands and beating her to death with the stumps. But he didn’t make another move toward her. It was as if he were a predator and his leash was in the patient’s hold.
Rio approached the other side of the bed. She kept the gun up, just in case.
“Can’t the nurse help you? Or can we get you to a doctor?”
The patient didn’t turn to her. His face stayed angled straight at the ceiling above him, not that he could see anything. She was willing to guess it was just too painful for him to move anything, even in the slightest way.
No doubt mere breath was a struggle.
“I am as well as I can be.” The patient’s rasp was softer now, as if he were running out of strength. And yet his tone and accent struck her as highbrow. “I am simply waiting out a process that began some weeks and weeks prior. And you, how fare you? Have you been aided?”
Looking around again—but like she’d missed anything?—Rio saw no monitoring of vitals, no IV, no medications.
“You need to go to a hospital.”
The other man answered. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Excuse me?” Rio lowered the gun. “Oh, so the condition he’s in is totally compatible with life. Right. Glad you pointed this out to me, because I was assuming he needed some medical help—”
“Just what we need, a human with a savior complex—”
“As opposed to you, who’re just sitting here as he—”
“This is not your business—”
“Enough,” the patient said with exhaustion.
Rio closed her eyes, and realized she was way out of line, speaking about how dire his circumstances were.
She cleared her throat. “Were you in a car accident?”
Again, the injuries appeared consistent with severe burns, and while she gathered her thoughts, she was trying to figure out what could have caused—
Okay, she was stupid. A meth lab. Of course. Unless she thought they were making cookies here?
“We need to get you help,” she heard herself say.
The patient inhaled slowly. Then he spoke through an agonizingly slow exhale. “You are kind, but you are in enough trouble yourself. Does Lucan have a plan for getting you back where you belong?”
“I’ll get myself back.”
The chuckle from the douchebag on the chair was no doubt a chauvinistic commentary on her abilities—except like she hadn’t heard that before? Also, she might have a head injury, but at least she could stand on her own two feet—and, bonus, she had this cute little nine millimeter accessory that didn’t make her ass look fat and brought out the fuck-off that was never far below the surface of her baby browns.
“I should not underestimate her, Apex.”
That’s right, she thought at the patient.
Then she calmed herself and stared down at the bed.
“We have to do something for you,” she murmured as she noticed his hands for the first time. One was missing all its fingers.
When there wasn’t a response, she glanced up at that face. The lips had parted so he could breathe, and the shallow inhales came at a panting speed. And then there was a groan—after which, a slightly calmer rhythm.
He’d passed out, she was willing to bet.
“You’re in pain,” she whispered to him anyway. “Dear God, are they not treating your pain?”
“No, we’re deliberately letting him stew in it,” the other man—what was his name? Apex?—muttered. “Because we get off on a male of worth suffering.”
Rio closed her eyes. “I can’t imagine how much it hurts.”
“He is stronger than all of us combined.”
She looked over at the chair. Apex was sitting forward, his hand on the bed right next to the patient’s ruined one—but not touching it. Because that would have been unbearable, no doubt.
“Is there nothing here that can help him?”
“We’re lucky we have a bed for him,” the man gritted out. “Most of the medication here expired two decades ago and is degraded. There’s nothing we can do.”
“How much longer do you think he has?”
Eyes that were dark as the corners of Hell lashed over to her. “Will you get the fuck out of here. I’d kill you right now, but he won’t let me. I promise, though, if you’re still here the second his heart stops, I’m coming at you.”
