Font Size:  

“Then I think it highly likely we’ll be requesting a transfer to a private room,” Robin said. “I’m sure you can make use of the bed on the ward.”

Mr Fitzwilliam scowled. “And you are who, exactly? Mr and Mrs MacLove are listed as next of kin.”

“Simon is my partner. I’m not listed because I’ve been working in New York, but my family will meet all medical expenses to transfer Simon to private accommodation either within this hospital or to another.”

“I can discuss that with Mr MacLove in the morning. His healthcare decisions are his own to make, he is not mentally impaired.”

Dorian was sure Fitzwilliam had no idea who he was talking to and now Simon was out of danger Robin was going to want him wrapped in cotton wool and would use the full extent of his Flint muscles to do so.

“Fine. We’ll see him in the morning.”

“Visiting hours aren’t until the afternoon. You’ve all been through a traumatic event. Go get some sleep and come back. He’s in good hands.”

Dorian grabbed Robin before he could stand and do something obnoxious, they were all tired and adrenaline was running low. “You can sort it later, Robin. Let’s get Simon’s parents to your apartment and once you’ve had a few hours kip, you can do your thing without being an arsehole.”

If looks could kill he’d be toast. “I don’t expect you to understand, Dorian, but someone I care about more than life itself could have died tonight.”

He wouldn’t rise to Robin, he was angry and lashing out and Dorian was in a convenient place to take the flak and it was the least he could do. “Fair enough. But you’re not going to help him if you’re a wreck.”

Robin didn’t answer but instead whipped out his phone and called someone to have a car pick them up. He glanced at Dorian. “Would you prefer to go back to Crofton Hall? I can have the driver take you after he drops us off.”

He recognised a conciliatory action when he saw one. “Yeah, you don’t need me under your feet and I can fill Ben and Ashley in on what’s gone on in the morning.”

Robin and the MacLoves needed to be in London, he didn’t. And Robin didn’t need an ex-boyfriend getting in the way. He was exhausted, he needed his bed and tomorrow he’d worry about the media shitstorm that was no doubt building. All that mattered was that Simon sounded like he was out of danger—the rest they could handle.

* * *

Dorian stared into the middle distance. He’d arrived home in the early hours of the morning with an update on Simon’s condition, Ashley having had kittens when the news of the attack had broken across social media.

“Dorian, are you all right?”

Dorian started in his seat as he hadn’t realised Ben was there. “Bloody hell, Ben, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Ben dropped onto the sofa next to him. “I thought I’d let you know Ashley has had a couple of messages from Simon. He’s playing down what happened but Ashley’s not buying it.”

“Being stabbed in the stomach isn’t something to play down.”

“Yes, well, Ashley’s a natural worrier and Robin is on high alert—poor bloke is probably being smothered.”

Ashley had been distraught at the news and had been awake when Dorian had returned, not letting him go to bed until he’d heard everything.

Dorian rubbed his face, he needed to speak to someone before he burst. “There’s something I haven’t told Robin. The woman who stabbed Simon said she was doing it to remove Simon so me and Robin could be together.”

“Jesus, Dorian.”

“I should have told him, but Robin was so distraught I didn’t think it would help. Fuck, this is my fault.”

“No, Dorian. It’s not.”

“I’m sure the police will be all over it. Simon is one of their own, so I imagine there’ll be even more impetus… even on top of him being linked to the Flints through Robin.”

The door to the Amelia room flew open and Robin stood there, beautiful in his anger, the rage rolling off him. “There you fucking are!”

Dorian had not expected Robin back anytime soon.

“Robin, why are you here?” Ben stood and approached him carefully, hands raised.

“Because I wanted Dorian to know I know what she said. And that I know what he’s done! The police have confirmed that the woman who stabbed Simon is one of his fucking fans. She’s confessed to wanting to get Simon out of the way so me and Dorian could be together. He even heard her say it!”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com