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After dialing the doctor and telling him he needs to get here if he wants to keep his fucking balls, I do my best to examine her. The blood is the most unnerving part because I don’t understand where it’s coming from. I don’t want to move her in case she broke something, but I hate leaving her on the floor like this.
She looks like a fucking angel lying here.
Like she isn’t bleeding. Like she isn’t passed out fucking cold.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was just peacefully sleeping.
Her long hair fans out around her head. I check, but there’s no blood coming from it. She’s lucky she didn’t crack it open when she fell. She’s still wearing the dress from the auction. The dress that clings to her like a second fucking skin.
But it’s all wrong.
This whole goddamn thing is wrong.
* * *
Giana showsup with one of her bodyguards not long after the doctor. She was my second phone call because she knows more about women and bleeding than I’ll ever pretend to know.
I’m fairly certain the blood is coming from her vagina, and I know nothing about that shit. I can’t imagine that would bleed from a fall. But the only thing my mind is going to is she ruptured something in the accident.
She just… I just didn’t think she was hurt. I’m a fucking idiot. Such a fucking idiot.
I didn’t even need Gabriel to ruin her—to break her. I did it all on my goddamn own.
I was so fucking worried about getting to the hospital to question that fucking worthless piece of shit that I didn’t think with my goddamn head. I just let my fucking rage and testosterone fuel me.
“Hey, Nicco.” G gives me a sad smile as she steps around me and into the house, motioning for her guard to stand to the side. “You can wait here, I’ll be back once I know more,” she says to the brute, who complies and takes up post in the corner.
It’s nice to be able to be around my sister again, even with her guard in tow. I’ve missed the fuck out of her.
“She’s this way,” I tell her, leading her up to the makeshift hospital room the doctor has set up. “I didn’t know who else to call. I just…”
We get to the second floor, and she grabs my arm, giving it a squeeze.
“Fuck, Giana. I shouldn’t have left her.”
“You had no idea. You can’t blame yourself for every bad thing that happens to everyone close to you,” she says, and I shake my head as she reaches out and pats my back.
She knows I don’t do hugs. Don’t like to really be touched at all, unless the person touching happens to be Evelina. So instead of trying to console me with actions, she just nods.
“Did the doctor say anything?” She peers into the room and glances around at where Doc is feeding something into Evelina’s IV while she lies in the bed, eyes closed and still out.
Silence lingers between us as we both watch Doc moving about.
“She’s going to be fine, we just need to figure out what’s going on,” Giana says but her tone tells me she’s just as unsure as I am.
We step into the room, and Doc looks at us.
“Got an update for me?” I ask him, and he slowly nods.
He places his hands on his hips, and his white lab coat opens a bit to reveal an all-black ensemble underneath. The man is pushing fifty and in a motorcycle club, but he’s one of the smartest fuckers I’ve ever known. Finished med school with a goddamn 4.0 and then went on to open various practices before semi-retiring and joining the life. He works for us now, but that’s it.
“She’s gonna be just fine,” he says, and the nonstop pain in my chest finally lets up, just a little. “She lost a decent amount of blood, and she’s got a concussion that I’m not sure is from the car accident or her fall in the bathroom.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
Concussions I can handle.
There’s a fucking blood bag hooked up to her right now, so that problem can be fixed too. She’s just gonna be sore as fuck for a few days and probably pretty out of it.
