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The nurse narrowed her eyes. “Why are you covered in her blood?”
“Because she was bleeding all over me when I brought her here,” I deadpanned. Was it that complicated?
The nurse, whose nametag read Phyllis, shot to her feet. “Security!”
I wasn’t going to lose my temper. Not here.
Count to ten. It’ll help.A dark chuckle followed.Maybe.
I ignored the snide remarks in my head, wondering if I should actually try to count since I felt far too agitated to be civil.
“Listen, I found her beaten up. I didn’t hurt her, for fuck’s sake.”
“Is there a problem?” The gruff voice of the hospital security guard bellowed behind me.
I turned around slowly enough that he wouldn’t think I was a threat.
But you still are.
“I was at Toxic Tonic and found a girl outside the bar when I headed out. She was beaten, and I brought her in. I just want to know she’s okay before I leave.”
I didn’t mention that I’d been in the waiting room for over two hours trying to find someone who could give me a fucking answer.
The security guard took in my appearance and gave a curt nod to the nurse. “Tell him her condition. Nothing else.”
It’s a good thing you’re not wearing any leathers yet.
That bastard in my head was far too vocal tonight. He wasn’t wrong, though. If I had on a Royal Bastards cut, they might have kicked my ass out without giving me a chance. A biker covered in someone else’s blood didn’t bode well in most instances. But I wore only a leather jacket, shirt, jeans, and boots. Nothing to reveal what allegiances I had or which groups I affiliated with.
I coughed to cover a laugh as the guard pulled up on his belt, raising his pants like the little bit of authority he’d been given greased too many of his wheels.
Fucker probably takes it in the ass in his spare time. With a double-ended dildo.
I nearly choked.
Phyllis stared me down. “She’s been moved out of the I.C.U. The surgery was a success. She’s stable now.”
“Surgery? For what?”
Phyllis pursed her lips. “She had a ruptured spleen.”
Oh, fuck!
“Shit,” I cursed, clearing my throat. “But she’s going to recover? She’ll be fine, right? No permanent medical issues?”
Phyllis shook her head. “I can’t reveal her medical history. It’s a HIPAA violation.”
Of course not. I wasn’t suggesting that. “Will she be here long?”
“Probably forty-eight hours for observation unless there’s a complication.”
“I’d like to come back during visiting hours and check on her.”
Phyllis typed on the keyboard. I wasn’t sure if she added a notation about me as a visitor or a warning not to let me enter the fucking hospital again.
“You’ll need a visitor’s pass and I.D. next time.”
I had my fucking I.D. now, but I decided against being an asshole. It wouldn’t help.
