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Declan’s bodyguards insist they can take her home. For a second, I think Declan is going to tell Kade to fuck off, but she grabs his hand, and he leads her over the threshold and out the door, leaving me standing in the wake of all the bullshit that just transpired.
Seeing their hands together almost makes me lose it all over again, but I control myself for Declan’s sake. I don’t need to upset her any more than I already have.
Just before the two of them get out of eyesight, Kade turns around, and the look in his eyes tells me I’m not wrong. Despite what she’s said tonight, nothing is going to stop him from continuing to try to get her.
Nothing.
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26
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DECLAN
My alarm wakes me up from a dead sleep. The incessant buzzing is enough to drive me insane, but I can’t find my phone anywhere. A few moments tick by while my ears are continuously assaulted by the shrill beep coming from my phone, but then I realize that’s not my phone alarm.
My sleepiness wears off, and my body feels stiff as I open my eyes.
But I’m not in my room.
I force my eyes open the rest of the way, and see Bordeaux, Isla, and Flynn sitting in chairs at my feet. The walls are white, and the alarm is still going off, but I realize it’s a machine to my left. I shift and a sharp pain radiates from my neck to my toes.
“Dec!” Spence is holding my hand, he squeezes it and I groan, still sleepy.
I try to tell him to calm down—that it’s too early for his enthusiasm—but my words are raspy, and I can barely get them out. My throat feels as if someone took a thousand razor blades to it.
Before my eyes shut again, I watch as Isla runs out of the room. She’s screaming something, but I feel myself falling back asleep.
“Dec, stay awake for me, okay?” Spence’s voice floats through my ears, and it’s such a good sound. God, I love him.
My thought jolts me awake, and my memories from after the show come barreling back at me as I pull my hand from his. He latches on once more, and I look at him through narrowed eyes, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
“Ms. Rothschild,” an unfamiliar voice calls, and I turn toward it just in time to see a beautiful, dark-haired woman walking behind Isla toward me.
My dreamy haze lifts a bit with her entrance, and I realize now that I’m in the hospital. The machines that are beeping, the glaringly white walls, my friends on hard metal chairs, this beautiful lady in navy scrubs… She’s got the most beautiful ringlet curls, and I’m instantly jealous. She’s so pretty.
“Holy shit.” I barely get it out, but it’s obviously recognizable enough because Bordeaux lets out a deep chuckle.
“It’s okay, babe,” the nurse says, kneeling at the side of my bed. “Do you know where you are right now?”
I shake my head but quickly try to add, “A hospital.” God, my throat hurts. I know I’m in a hospital, but why? I struggle to recall what happened after the show. I remember everything, including the entire shitshow afterward with Spence and Kade. I look at Spence, who’s gripping my hand as if I’m about to die, and for the first time, I wonder if I’m actually okay. My heart rate increases, signaling another machine to flip out.
“Do you know why you’re here in the hospital? Do you remember the accident?”
I look at the nurse’s name tag, but I can’t quite make it out. It’s blurry and my head is starting to pound.
“I’m Nia,” she says when she realizes I’m trying to figure it out. “I’m your nurse. I’ve been with you a few days now.”
A few days? I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“Here.” Nia pulls out a whiteboard and a big, thick black marker. “I’m sure your throat is still a bit sore. We can talk this way instead.” She hands it over to me, and my mind immediately wanders to why my throat would be sore. I can’t remember anything after I grabbed Kade’s hand in my dressing room. My panic start to rise, and I try to control my tears because my head is pounding. I hurt, I write to Nia on the whiteboard, then scribble, What happened?
Isla, B, and Flynn stand, moving next to Spence, who still clutches my hand, his eyes not meeting mine.
Where is Miller?
My next thought is that he’s probably banging a nurse in a storage closet. I try to laugh, but I feel like I have an elephant sitting on my chest. I cough and it hurts a million times worse.
