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“Ye’ll besore a few days, but don’t overdo it.”
I don’t look at the young doctor who refuses to do anything to help me.
All he speaks about is what he’s doing, what kind of pain medication he’s going to give me, and how I should baby my leg.
The leg that myfiancéstabbed.
“Ye listenin’, girl? Ye need to take it easy on the leg.”
“I heard you,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “Did you hear me?” Steering my focus back over to him, I meet his hazel eyes. “I need you to get me out of here. I’m a prisoner. They’re going to force me tomarrythat monster.”
He keeps wrapping my leg with gauze but doesn’t say another word. His shady blonde hair is short, and he’s handsome, but he’s an idiot.
I’m not sure how else I can say it, but he’s not helpful.
He doesn’t care.
Nothing I’ve said has swayed him in any direction of empathy or giving two shits about it, really.
“I need to leave,” I assert. “They can’t keep me here against my will. This is a crime.”
He scoffs then, and I’m unsure if it’s because he doesn’t believe me or that he doesn’t care.
However, I’m not sold on either.
“You’re an accessory.”
The doctor perks a brow at me, sliding his quick gaze over before returning it to my leg, clearly uninterested in what would happen if he was found out. That he wasn’t doing what he was supposed to be doing.
“Youhaveto help me.”
“He doesn’t have to do anything.” I jolt from the sound ofhisvoice, not paying any attention to anything else happening in the room, when I find Finn leaning up against the door to my prison.
And he doesn’t appear appeased or appreciative of my trying to sway the doctor into assisting me with an escape.
Not that he’s agreed to any of it.
“How’s her leg, doctor?”
This time, I’m tsking because why would he care? He’s the one who did it.
“She’ll heal up just fine,” he replies flatly. “She needs to take it easy for a couple of days.”
“Then I should stab her more often.”
My whole body tremors because he would.
I know he would.
And I need a plan to protect myself because if I keep getting wounded, I’m never getting out of here.
At least you wouldn’t have to marry him.
“My trips are expensive, Finn,” Doctor Worthless replies. “You might want to save your bank account.”
“It’s not an issue.” He pushes off the door, and I promptly look at the doctor to help me. To stop him. To dosomething.“He’s not going to help you. He works for me, under me, and at any time I want. You might as well stop pouting and accept that.”
I want to lash out something at him, but I don’t want the doctor anywhere near me longer than necessary.
