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“Lance,” he murmurs, standing. “Can you hear me?”
I nod once, flexing my fingers. The skin feels tight, and I think it cracks. “I can hear you.”
Mason sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You scared the shit out of us, mate.”
So, I think you’d take me somewhere special on the back of that bike, and I’d tell you that I’m three months pregnant with our child.
I lie motionless, the words paralysing me.
“I’ll get a doctor.”
I reach for him and wince, gripping his forearm.
He stops, stepping back to the bed. “Talk to me, Lance.”
“Just give me a minute.” I look up at him and swallow, my eyes blurring before I can blink. “And don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures me, sitting back down in the seat.
I lie in the quiet of the room for a while, only allowing myself to focus on the pain.
I can’t do this without you.
I’m exhausted. I’m broken, and it hurts, and I’m not okay.
I need you.
Please.
“I never told you about me and Scar,” I try, my voice a whisper. I ease my head to the side to look at my best friend, pain shooting down my ribs. Mason’s eyes are already fixed on me. “It’s one of my biggest regrets, and if I could go back and change things, I would.”
“Lance—”
“It wouldn’t be telling you about the two of us, though. It would be me staying away. She wasn’t ever supposed to get hurt, and she was entirely too good for me.” I proved that ten times over. “But the only way I ever saw myself leaving her was in a body bag. I loved her. Too much at times. And I never imagined…” I clear my throat, settling my head deeper into the pillow as if it might smother my emotions. “It was shit. And I’m sorry that I hurt her. That I hurt all of you.”
Mase works his jaw, his eyes glistening. “We don’t need to do this now. You need to focus on getting back on your feet.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You were lucky, Lance. You were so fucking lucky.”
I shift my gaze away from him, not being able to bear the look in his eyes. And yet I come face-to-face with something far, far worse.
“He’s right.” Scarlet leans in the doorway, arms crossed over her waist. “Your helmet saved your life.”
You saved me.
“You have some broken bones. Your leg is pretty bad, but the surgeon doesn’t think you’ll need further operations. The bruising will fade—eventually.” She doesn’t break eye contact, and I don’t dare look away. “How are you feeling?”
I feel the words leave my mouth without thinking about them. “I feel fine.”
Mason chuckles, breaking me from my trance. “He needs something for the pain.”
“We can get you something a little stronger.”
“I’m going to go and tell the others you’re awake.”
“The others?”
