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Part of me wants to turn around and hold him, let him make this okay. A bigger part of me wants to beat the shit out of him. The woman in the doctor’s coat joins them, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Get her into one of the spare rooms. Now.”
“No,” I mumble, hardly able to form words. “Hyde.”
“Lily?” He steps forward as I push myself upright and step away from Dresden.
“I’m done. I want out.”
“Lily, you can’t,” Sammi yells.
“Boa,” I plead. “Look at me. It’s over. I won’t live much longer if I stay here.”
“No, Viper. We’ll get through this, please.”
I shake my head as my knees give out. Dresden and Samuel grab either side of me.
Where the hell did the kid come from?”
“Get her in the room, now,” the unnamed woman snaps.
We move with ease, my feet dragging the floor, and they sit me on the bed.
“Samuel.” I grab his arm as he turns to go.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, kneeling next to me.
“Take care of Sorina for me. None of this is her fault.”
“You and Mr. Mason are going to take care of her. We’re not letting you go this easily.”
I open my mouth to retort, but the doctor sweeps in and ushers them out of the room. Hastin is with her.
“I need you to fight, Lily,” he says sternly. “You got out of the darkness once. Don’t go back there. Don’t let this consume you. You’ve got to fight.”
“Who are you,” I ask the female doctor.
“Elaine Monroe.”
“Hyde’s wife?”
“Yes,” she says smiling for the first time.
Hastin sits next to me, his eyes focused over my shoulder. He clasps both my hands, pressing down as Elaine pours something cold over my back. The sting burrows deep in the wounds, making my vision blacken, and stars dancing in my sight. I scream, trying to pull my hands from the vice grip around them.
As the pain subsides, she does it again. I zone out as she examines me, and Hastin talks softly in my ear. He’s a good man and one hell of a psychiatrist. A half-hour goes by before he leaves. Elaine sits on the bed next to me, her face tight with irritation, except for her eyes. They’re soft, reassuring, and sad.
“Is there a chance you’re pregnant?”
“No, doc. I can’t have kids.”
“Rest here for a few. I’m going to go take a look at Agent Johanson and find out if there is any truth to her pregnancy claims.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I lean sideways, my head falling on the pillow. Exhaustion pulls at my body and I drift, despair rising in my unconsciousness.
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