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A man and a woman wearing scrubs smiled down at her as they rolled her in through some double doors and into the sterile, clean-smelling whiteness of what could only be a hospital.
She tried to look back out at the helicopter as the bed progressed into a surgical area. “I didn’t thank them,” she managed.
Curtis was right there. “It’s all right. I’ll tell them. They’re going back to search for Gracie and the men from the air. Chad deployed men to search from the ground as well. Do you remember if you were on a trail above the waterfall?”
She searched her mind but nothing. As she focused on the mountains all she could see was Curtis. “No,” she managed, frustration filling her. “I do believe I started the day in Salzburg but … everything after that is a blur.”
“It’s okay. Any description of the men?”
They stopped moving in a small curtained off room, but didn’t transfer her off the hard board and onto the nearby bed.
“Prince Curtis,” the female nurse said, her voice a little breathless as if awed to be in his presence. Her eyes trailed over his well-built chest.
“Shaylie,” the male nurse said in a quiet reprimand.
The female nurse’s eyes snapped up and focused on Aliya, as if remembering she was at work. She grabbed a blood pressure cuff.
“Prince?” Aliya echoed. He was a prince? Of course he was. She might not have her memories of today but she had the rest of her memories and she could easily picture Prince Curtis, his five handsome brothers, adorable little sister, and stoic father, all wearing black as they buried the queen of Augustine. Curtis’s mama, the queen.
His brothers were often in the media or on magazines, most especially the oldest, Crown Prince Tristan, who recently had received an insane amount of media ink and video time being burned in an explosion. Then Prince Tristan’s twin, the General Prince Raymond had stolen Prince Tristan’s fiancé. It had been quite the scandal but settled when Prince Raymond and his fiancée Macey gave an international press release. They admitted they fell in love while Macey was engaged to Prince Tristan, but it took Prince Tristan almost dying and the crown prince forcing them to admit their love for each other.
Prince Derek, also received a lot of attention. A sensation of American Ninja Warrior; everybody loved cheering for a prince. Though there were always some grumbles from men in her hometown about the number one Warrior not being an American.
Curtis resembled his brothers strongly but besides that funeral scene she’d never seen him splayed across magazines holding some beauty like his brother Prince Malik, the Charmer, news and media outlets liked to call him.
“Can you let Dr. Prince Steffan examine and clear her before you quiz her about the day’s events?” the man asked.
Curtis nodded shortly. Aliya didn’t know if he was annoyed he couldn’t question her or annoyed at the lady calling him ‘prince’.
A man strode into the room, wearing scrubs and snapping plastic gloves on, a stethoscope around his neck. He looked very doctorly, but he had the bearing of a prince as well. He also strongly resembled Curtis, with darker hair and a sharper jawline. He grinned widely at Curtis. “Wish I could give you a thumping hug but I’m all sterile, and you dare grace my esteemed hospital appearing like a wet teenage thug with no shirt or shoes on.”
His accent was almost as strong as Chad’s had been.
Curtis chuckled and folded his arms across his chest. Aliya drew in a sharp breath at all those muscles flexing in synchrony. She heard it echoed by the nurse.
“Shaylie,” the doctor prince said. Steffan? “Please get my brother some scrubs, extra-large.”
“Of course Dr. Prince Steffan.” Her face was lit up as she stared at him.
“Doctor Steffan is fine.” He was still smiling but there was steel in his voice.
“But you’re a prince,” she protested.
“The scrubs, please.”
She nodded eagerly and scurried out of the room.
“She’s new,” Dr. Steffan said to Curtis. “Thank you for not being star struck, Gray,” Doctor Steffan said to the other man.
“I just hide it better, Doctor Prince.”
Doctor Steffan laughed then turned to her. “And how are you feeling ma’am?”
“Aliya, please,” she managed. “Y’all are princes?” her voice squeaked tellingly. What on earth kind of alternate reality had she fallen into?
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