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“That's okay.” I stroke his palm. “You don't remember because you got hurt.”
He looks me over. His brows are drawn together and his lips look dry. “I saw you. You were wearing scrubs.”
I nod. That was before I had my own clothes, shortly after we got here. “I just borrowed them to wear for a little while.”
I can see it dawn on him. His face loses some of his color, and his heart rate rises just a little. “Lockwood got you.”
I nod. “Yeah, but then you came.”
He makes a sour face. “That bastard shot me.”
I blink through tears. “Yes, he did.”
Hunter frowns, looking down at our hands before meeting my eyes again. “Did I shoot him?”
“I think you did. Cross says you leaned into the room and got a perfect gut shot.”
Hunter's eyes are slightly wide. He's nodding, but I can tell he's not completely following, or more likely, he just doesn't remember.
I hesitate before asking my next question. “Do you remember anything from the helicopter?”
After a second squeezing my hand, he shakes his head. I'm not surprised. In fact, I'm glad. The times he was conscious were horrible. I wish I could forget them, too.
“Did you go with me?” he whispers.
I nod. I have to bite the sides of my tongue to keep from crying, because as I sat there in the helicopter, watching those FBI people—or “chota”, as the Mexicans were screaming—work on him, I really, really thought he was going to die.
“I was with you,” I finally manage.
His eyes close as his fingers squeeze my hand. “Stay.”
*
~HUNTER~
Gentle hands are playing in my hair. It feels so good, I want to keep my eyes closed, but I miss Libby and I need to know it's her.
Damn the effort it takes to get my eyes open. And when I do, I have to struggle to focus on her face.
“Libby...”
She looks up. She's so pretty. I'm so glad she's here.
She smiles her sweet smile, the one I've only ever seen her smile for me. “Hi, you.”
My throat's dry, and I start to cough. Libby holds out a cup with a straw, and I gulp down a few sips of water. I feel really...stiff, so I try to shift my body weight. Pain like a hot poker lances through my shoulder and I have to bite my lip to keep from whimpering like a pussy.
Now I'm in a cold sweat.
“Do you want some more pain meds?” Libby looks concerned.
I nod once, then shake my head. I already feel dizzy. If I take a pain pill, I might fall asleep.
“Are you sure? You look a little rough around the edges.” She strokes my hair off my forehead, and I shut my eyes. All I can think about is Lockwood taking her. I have another awful thought: What if I'm arrested for skipping the country? Who will watch out for Libby then?
I swallow and crack my eyes open. “Am I being arrested?”
She shakes her head. “But Lockwood has been.”
