AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“We’re a mess,” she says on a laugh.
“Yeah,” I agree. “But we’re gonna be okay.”
She smiles, takes my hand, and holds it as we look into one another’s eyes. I’m not sure if this could get any more touchy-feely, but at the same time, I like it, at least with her. There’s a knock on the door. We both shift our attention, and I call out for the person to come in.
My father walks back into the room, his gaze finding mine, and he dips his chin. Shawn senses that there is something else happening here and clears her throat, brushing her hands down her thighs as she stands from the bed.
“I’m going to go get some water,” she murmurs.
I watch as she leaves, and that’s when my father levels me with his gaze.
“Don’t fuck that up.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
KING
Doc gives me a disapproving look. He’s pissed at me in general. I don’t blame him. I would probably be, too. I fucked up big time and almost died. Literally. His eyes search mine before he flicks his gaze back to his computer.
“If I let you go, what are your plans?”
Typically, I would tell him to shut the fuck up. That my plans are my own fucking business. I don’t. Instead, I nod my head once, find his eyes, and hold them before I speak. When I do, I tell him a half-truth, which I’m sure he realizes that’s what it is.
“Rest.”
He arches a brow as if he doesn’t believe me. I wouldn’t believe me either, but I’ve been in this place for forty-eight hours, and I’m ready to get the fuck out of here. He nods his head once, then writes something down.
“I’ll be at the clubhouse tomorrow night because I won’t be on shift. So I’ll check your wound there. But as long as you keep it clean and don’t bust it wide open again and bleed out, you can head home.”
There is a moment of silence in which we watch one another, and then the door to the room opens and Doc’s lips curve into a grin as he turns to look at the woman who walks through said door. I know it’s Shawn because I can sense her no matter where she is. At this point, there’s a connection there that is unbreakable.
“Shawn, if I give you instructions on how to care for him, will you make sure he follows them?” Doc asks.
Shifting my attention from him, I turn my head and look at Shawn. She’s standing with a couple of milkshakes in her hand and her eyes wide as she watches us. I roll my own to the ceiling, then back to meet hers, and she smiles.
“Yeah, I can do whatever you need me to,” she replies.
He grunts, again likely not believing either of us, then he walks over to a computer and starts banging away on the keyboard as Shawn sinks down on the bed next to me and pushes the milkshake toward me.
“Chocolate?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she answers with a smile.
Lifting it to my mouth, I wrap my lips around the straw and suck down the perfect fucking frozen treat, wishing it were her cunt I was drinking down instead of a shake. The chocolate will do for now, but as soon as we get back to the clubhouse, I’m going to rest with her sitting on my face.
“Okay, these are the care instructions,” Doc announces, walking over with a stack of papers and handing them to Shawn. She dips her chin and scans the documents, then she turns to the doc with a smile.
“I think I can handle this.”
He reminds her that he’ll be at the clubhouse tomorrow night to check the wound and dress it. Before he leaves us alone, he tells us that a nurse will be in to officially discharge me but that Shawn can drive me home.
Without waiting for a response, he walks out of the hospital room. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll call my dad.”
“But not Atomic?” Shawn asks.
“I’m pissed at him still,” I grunt.
