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“Asia, can you hear me?”
I’m vaguely aware of a familiar voice talking to me through a thick haze of pain.
Everything hurts.
Every-fucking-where. Why do I hurt so bad…?
Then I remember the fight.
I remember Monk and the screaming arseholes surrounding us all baying for blood,myblood in particular. But most of all I remember the feeling of relief when it was all over.
I beat him.
I stood my ground and showed everyone what I’m made off. Fuck him, fuck all the bastards who’ve tried to make my life a misery.
“Asia, here, have some water.”
I groan, my eyes flicking open. But I’m not in the Tower, and I’m not on the beach… I’m pretty sure I’m lying on a bed.
“Where am I?” My voice sounds weak, soft.
“My room,” Ford responds gently. He leans over and cups the back of my head with his hand then rests the water bottle against my bottom lip before I can ask how the hell I got here. Pushing the bottle away, I sit up. My head spins a little at the sudden movement.
“What happened?”
“You passed out. I carried you back here.” He shrugs, like that isn’t a big deal.
“Are you like Superman or something? You carried me all the way back here, on yourown?”
“Yeah. My cape’s in the wardrobe, want me to put it on?” There’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes and a tentative smile drawing up his lips. The fact that he’s trying to crack a joke at all is kind of endearing. He’s always so bloody serious. Now he seems almost at ease in his loose tracksuit bottoms and vest top that shows off strong arms and shoulders.
“Didn’t you know Clark’s my middle name?”
“Hey, don’t listen to that arsehole. I helped carry you,” Sonny says, stepping out of the bathroom.
“You’re full of shit,” I say to Ford, smiling, then wince when my jaw hurts. I lift my hand to my face, gingerly pushing against the sore spot. “Motherfucker, that hurts.”
“It’s gonna bruise. Pink said she’ll help cover it up, so you don’t get questioned by Mr Carmichael,” Sonny explains, pulling up a chair next to me. He looks at me with concern, worry creasing his eyes.
“Is Monk…?” I ask, looking between them both.
“Completely fucked. The guy’s never going to mess with you again, Asia. You were amazing tonight.” Ford’s grey-green eyes blaze with pride, but honestly, I don’t know how to react now the storm has passed and the anger is gone.
“I don’t feel amazing,” I say heavily.
“It’ll feel better in a few days,” Ford says, looking at his watch that is flashing 3.17am. I’ve been out for a few hours at least.
“You’ll need to rest and stay in bed,” Sonny continues. “Think of me and Ford as your personal butlers. We’ll get you anything you want, so long as you rest, starting right now.”
“What, like Butlers in the Buff?” I deadpan.
“Whatever tickles your fancy,” Sonny responds, in a faux posh voice. He winks, I smile, and Ford rolls his eyes.
“Seriously guys, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll get over the pain. It’s just…”
“Just what?” Ford asks, frowning.
