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“You were in a car accident. Some asshole ran a red light and hit you,” Kylie says.
“You have quite the concussion and a broken arm on top of a bunch of cuts and bruises.”
They must have me on some good meds because I’m not in as much pain as I should be, if that’s the extent of my injuries.
“Mitch?” I ask.
“He’s okay. They’re giving him some fluids to make sure, but he should be here any minute. Craig said Zach had to basically sit on him to get him to stay put.”
I let out a weak laugh, trying to imagine not only Kylie’s boyfriend saying that but also Zach sitting on Mitch. “He said that?”
“I may be exaggerating that, but Mitch has been fighting to see you.”
Kylie barely finishes her sentence before the door crashes open. Mitch stands at the foot of my bed in a hospital gown, looking like a madman.
“Rachel,” he breathes.
Zach and Craig walk up behind him.
“Yes, Hulk. You found your woman,” Zach groans, but sends me a wink behind Mitch’s back. “Wouldn’t even put on clothes before stomping off to find you, which means Craig and I, on top of half of the hospital, have had to see his bare ass hanging out of his gown.”
“Out,” Mitch demands, not taking his eyes off of me.
“Mitch,” Craig warns.
“Out. Now.”
The nurse looks at me and I give her a nod and smile, letting her know I’m okay. I’m sure she’s worried about this wild man showing up growling, but I know that he wouldn’t hurt me. He’d never hurt me.
Kylie leans down and gives me as much of a hug as she can. “Call us if you need anything.”
“Thank you for everything, Kylie.”
“Always,” she says before she takes Craig’s hand and they leave the room with the nurse.
“Mitch,” Zach says, but is cut off when Mitch puts up his hand.
“I’m fine, Zach. Go home to your wife and kids. I’ll call you later.” He still doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
Zach flashes his gaze to me for a moment before turning and leaving, closing the door behind him.
“Mitch, how…”
“If you ask me how I am, I’m going to lose it, Belle. I don’t give a fuck how I am.” He doesn’t move, just lets his eyes roam over me.
“Icare how you are, Mitch.” I suck in a breath; thankful he doesn’t have any major injuries that I can see.
“You scared the hell out of me.” His voice is quieter, less sure. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
“But you didn’t.” I try to sound reassuring, but I don’t know how well it works.
He’s quiet for another few intense moments before he moves to my side, sitting in the chair, and taking my hand so gently it’s as if he’ll break me.
“I’m fine, Mitch.”
“You’renotfine, Rachel.” His eyes travel from my forehead to my other arm, which is currently in a cast and sling.
“Talk to me,” I whisper.
