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Before anyone could say anything else, there was a slight knock on the door before a lady walked in.
“Hi, I'm Anita. I'm one of the nurses that helped you when you first came in,” she said. “I brought you some food.”
“I’ll move the bed so she's sitting up slightly,” Hedda said before she turned to Storm. “You let me know if anything hurts.”
Storm slightly nodded her head and felt the bed start to move slightly. There was a dull ache from where she’d gotten shot and kicked several times but no sharp pain.
“All right, I think that's a good height,” Anita said.
Anita walked closer and placed a tray of food down on her lap. Storm looked down and realized it was chicken noodle soup, or what she thought was chicken noodle soup. It smelled so delicious, she couldn't wait to start eating it.
“Here's some homemade chicken noodle soup. It's mostly broth since you haven't eaten in several days. We don't want to upset your stomach, especially since you have a bullet wound there. You try and eat as much as you can and if you're still hungry after, I can either give you some more or I can give you a protein drink that's chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla flavored,” Anita said. “But I'll leave you alone for now and if you need anything, you just press this little button right over here and I'll come.”
“Thank you,” Storm whispered.
Anita left the room and Storm looked down at the tray. The soup was in a disposable container with a lid on top. Storm was grateful because if she didn’t finish it all, in a couple hours she could eat the rest of it.
“It smells so good,” she whispered.
“Right?!” Hedda replied. “This isn’t like normal hospital food. We don’t normally have people stay here, but on the occasion someone does, the food is made fresh.”
Before Storm could open the lid to her soup, the door to the room opened.
“Storm,” Hedda said. “Stay calm.”
She looked up from her tray to see Miles, covered in blood. A scream bubbled through her mouth as he started to walk toward her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
STORM
“Storm! Stop! You’re going to rip your stitches!” Hedda yelled.
Storm took a deep breath in and stared at Miles. He’d stopped walking toward her, but he was still in the room and looking directly at her.
It was like time stopped for a second. They just stared at each other. Storm tried to keep her facial expression blank so she didn’t show him anything, but it was hard when he was covered in blood.
His clothes were stained with a deep red, almost brown color, and his face was covered in little splatters of blood.
What had he done? Who had he hurt? Did he kill anyone?
She knew he worked for Rogan. Hedda didn’t say that, but she put two and two together. Rogan needed Miles focused and with her being kidnapped, it was a distraction if Miles had feelings for her.
She wanted to scoff at that. He didn't have feelings for her. He’d made that very clear when he left her apartment after she was starting to feel slightly better.
Miles lifted his eyebrow. She opened and closed her mouth several times but didn’t know what to say. She was scared and shocked with all the blood he had on him.
“Storm,” he said.
Hearing him say her name pulled her out of whatever trance she was in. She didn’t want him here, not now and probably not ever. He had put her in danger when she didn’t even know it and didn’t help keep her safe.
“Get out,” she whispered.
Storm looked over at Hedda and gave her pleading eyes to get him out of here, but she was still staring at Miles with wide eyes and her mouth open.
“No,” he said.
She glared at him and tried to sit up straighter but groaned in pain as her stitches protested. She was weak and couldn’t do anything.
