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I’d spent most of the day before holding her hair back as she vomited, curled up next to the porcelain toilet. She was in so much pain it was almost unbearable.
I’d done this. Because of me and my ability to hold onto the most ridiculous grudge, she had been doped up to the eyeballs. The come down was fucking painful and I was going to be here with her the whole time.
There was a soft knock at the door.
I’d managed to carry Rose’s limp body to the bedroom just after finally getting her in a shower and some food in her stomach. Mom had to help as Rose was alert, but her body was aching and she was weak. I sat back against the headboard with her head in my lap and my fingers threaded gently through her hair.
Skins was in and out, checking on her regularly, and helping me to force some kind of fluid into her body. We’d had a doctor on Judge’s payroll come and look her over just to be safe. Her vitals told us she was fighting back, I expected no less from her.
“Come in,” I offered quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping beauty.
The door creaked softly as it opened and Optimus slipped through the small space before shutting it again.
“How is she?” he asked, staring down at her sleeping form.
I shuddered, just the memory of her writhing on the kitchen table as Skins attempted to hold her still haunted me. “Meth, they doped her up on meth, man.”
Op’s face scrunched up. “How much did they fucking give her?”
“Not much, but she mentioned something about her drink being laced when she finally got consciousness. Doc reckoned it was the combination of both. A fucking toxic cocktail, strong enough to make her so fucking sick that she’s spent almost the last twenty-four hours shaking and crying and that was after she was done puking.” I squeezed my free hand into a fist. I was filled with rage. If it hadn’t been for Judge and his boys having to practically restrain me yesterday, I would have gone over there and shot up the whole damn place. But I had to remember, Lane was still in there, and if they could do something like this to a woman that they liked—what would they be doing to someone they held prisoner?
“Judge called. Let me know what was happening. Thought I should be here to support you.” He took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching me carefully like I could explode at any moment.
“You mean stop me from doing something fucking stupid,” I corrected dryly.
He shrugged. “We all know that despite your protests that you care about her, Blizz. I ain’t ever seen you this wound up over a girl before.”
“I was wrong.” The words fell out, they felt foreign. “She doesn’t deserve this. I was wrong.”
“Marco really pulled a number on her,” he said with a tilt of his head. “We all wanted to hate her for the lies and shit that she pulled, but she was just the puppet. She had no control when he was pulling the strings.”
I twirled her hair delicately in my fingers, the gritty straw-like strands a testament in itself to what this was doing to her body.
“We need a plan B, brother,” I told him, unable to remove my eyes from her face. The second the drugs had begun to wear off and she finally opened her eyes and saw me, she broke down. Her fight was done, and she trusted me to watch over her while she fell apart. And that’s exactly what I was going to do. “Can’t send her back in there.”
Op nodded, but it was her voice that broke the silence. “I have to go back.”
“Bullshit,” I stated clearly. “You could’ve fucking died.”
I’d talked to Skins briefly. He said it was more than likely whatever they had put in her drink that had made her this sick as opposed to the meth. That actually may have saved her life, counteracting the effects of the other and waking her body up long enough for her to get out of the house.
She reached up and rubbed at her head gently. “How long have I been out?”
“It’s been a good thirty-six hours.” I felt her body tighten at my words. “You going to be ready to talk about it soon?”
She nodded her head against my leg. It brushed gently up against my cock and I could feel myself begin to harden. Fucking uncomfortable with my president sitting five feet away. I knew Rose could feel it, though, her body stilling instantly.
“Give me fifteen to wake up properly, and then we can talk,” she muttered.
Op nodded. “I’ll go and make coffee.” He dipped his head at me before leaving with a soft click of the door.
“I would get up, but A) I still don’t have the strength, and B)…” she cleared her throat, “I’m scared to let this moment end.” She still wouldn’t look up at me, opting to stare across the room at the blank wall decorated only with a couple of tears in the worn out wallpaper.
I knew that I should help her up, help her get dressed, and head out to where the others waited for us. But I was being selfish. Not ready just yet to let her go. “I can solve those.” I tucked my hands under her armpits and pulled her almost limp body up. Her hands came to rest on my chest, her head tucked into the crook of my neck as her legs rested on either side of mine. “Moment’s still here and you didn’t have to use any strength at all to move.”
Soft laughter tickled my neck followed by a muffled whimper.
“Rose? Are you okay?” I wrapped my arms around her center, pulling her against my chest.
