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“Don’t die.”
“I won’t, buddy,” I tell him all the while praying that I’m not lying. Dorian and I aren’t finished yet.
“Matty? I’m so fucking sorry. We’ll get you fixed up.”
“I didn’t lie, Daddy. I love him. He’s my husband. You heard him, I’m his queen. I need you two to stop now.” The last thing I see is Declan sailing a right hook into Daddy’s jaw. I might smile but I can't be sure. My eyes start to close. Everything hurts. I think there might be a fork stuck in my back. I think I giggle, but I can’t be too sure. I’m starting to not be able to tell what’s real and what’s not. That can’t be good. I’m not seeing a white light though.
“Baby?” Dorian asks, panic in his voice. “Where the fuck is the doctor?”
“He’s on his way, bro.” Derry says.
“Dorian?” My eyes open for a second and flutter closed again. I don’t feel anything but cold anymore.
“I’m here,” he says, grabbing the hand attached to the arm that doesn’t hurt so fucking bad. It’s good that I can feel that, right? Something warm splashes on my hand. Am I crying or is he?
“I’m cold,” I murmur, at least I think I do.
“Fuck,” he swears.
“I need you to know that I do love you, Just in case I don’t...”
“Jesus Christ, baby. Please don’t talk like that. Damn it. I fucking love you, so goddamn much. I’m so sorry. Don’t you dare leave me. Fuck this. Derry, get a car.”
“On it.”
I feel him lift me up but the searing pain courses through me again and then I feel a whole lot of nothing.
* * *
Several Days Later…
My eyes open and I immediately close them again due to the bright ass light. I also hear beeps which tells me that I’m in the hospital.
“Ugh,” I moan.
“Baby?” Dorian says from somewhere to my left.
“Am I dead?”
“No,mo ghrá.You’re very much alive,” he chuckles. “Thank God.”
“Oh good. I’d miss you.” I’m quite certain that I’d haunt this man from beyond just to be with him. How did that happen? How did I fall so completely in love with him?
“You’re fucking telling me.”
“My dad?” I ask.
“I’m here, Matty.”
“You didn’t kill each other?” I ask, my voice is not as parched as I thought it would be.
“No. We’re all good. We made up and everything.” I can’t tell if he’s lying or not right now. Must be the residual drugs.
“What did the doctor say?” I ask, instead of grilling for details on the makeup.
“You had a gunshot wound to your right shoulder. They removed the bullet cleanly. There are some stitches. My steak knife was in your back from when you landed on the table. Your bra took the brunt of that. You also hit your head on the edge of the table. We were concerned with a concussion, but it was just a deep cut. There was so much blood, baby,” he says, his voice sounding choked up. I squeeze his hand in mine.
“What happened to your face, Daddy?” I ask, after really looking him. He’s all kinds of fucked up.
