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Dawson was standing at the foot of the bed, holding two trays of drinks. “I thought decaf was best; help yourself.”
“What the hell are you doing here? I asked you to leave!” I snapped.
Dawson ignored me and passed out the coffee to my friends.
“Thanks, Daws; appreciated,” Ronin murmured.
Brodie and Faise also offered their thanks.
“No, it’s not. Get out!” I yelled.
Dawson shook his head and stared at me. “I’m not leaving you. You can throw one of your rockstar tantrums if you want, but it won’t work. I’ve been chasing you for years, sweetheart, so bring it on.”
I sat up again, my heart pounding furiously. “I don’t want you here.”
“Bullshit! You’re trying to protect me by pushing me away. But it won’t work. I love you, end of story,” Dawson announced as he calmly sipped his coffee.
My band brothers were staring at Dawson, then me, with their mouths wide open.
“Be reasonable—” I started.
“You’retellingmeto be reasonable? How much meds did they give you?”
I looked at my friends. “Do something!”
“Sweetheart, you’ve been through a lot today,” Dawson continued. “Close your eyes and rest. Getting upset isn’t helping.”
What was happening right now? Why wasn’t Dawson leaving? Maybehewas the one who needed medical attention.
A nurse walked into the room and glared at everyone. “Only one visitor in the room at a time. I don’t care how famous you are.”
My band brothers chuckled, gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and left the room.
The nurse stepped up to my bed and checked my IV. “How are you feeling, Mr. Holloway?”
“Upset. Exhausted. Wired.”
“That’s understandable. Another dose of sedative should help you sleep. The doctor will be by in a few hours.”
“Can you get him out of here?” I pointed to Dawson who was sitting in the chair again, watching me.
“Nope,” he replied. “I’m staying right here with my boyfriend.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” the nurse cooed at him.
Her reaction made my temper spike again. I’m pretty sure I’d need blood pressure meds to go along with that sedative.
She checked my vitals and IV and left the room as quickly as she had come.
“I love you. I’m not leaving you,” Dawson repeated and reached out to take my hand again.
Tears threatened as I held on to my fear.
“But—”
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You’ll be discharged tomorrow morning, and we’re going home, and I’m going to look after you. Then, we’ll go see a therapist to talk through what happened today and anything else needed to move forward. And we’ll also sit down with Jaxon and my mom and figure this thing out.”
Hot tears lashed my cheeks again. Dawson got up and cupped my face, wiping them away.
