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Since they are fucking doctors.
However, the traumatic ordeal can’t be swept under the rug.
“Ladies, I suggest you take your own advice. I’ll take care of Ivy. There are cars outside for you, ready to take you to the palace until we find you better accommodation,” I tell Danai and Malena while keeping an eye on Ivy. “As you can see, she’s up. I’ll let you know when there are news.”
They’re not satisfied with what I tell them, but they don’t hinder me from following Ivy.
My needy little doe grimaces as she attempts to understand where she is. The Queen I hospital is spacious, but it is also her space of work. She needs a couple of moments and a closer look at the signs on the bleak walls.
I catch up to her as she heads for the ER.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I say to her as she marches away from me with intent.
“I want to see Ignas!” Her croaking demand makes me want to douse her in water.
“Little doe, they won’t let you in. He’s being treated right now. He’s intubated. You can’t barge in there in your robe and demand answers,” I say. She works twice as hard to walk right now while I comfortably take each step without even missing a breath.
“I need to see him,” she begs, her whimper stinging me. “Please!”
“Okay, slow down,” I demand, and for once, Ivy listens. Breathing hard, she bends over as she attempts to catch her breath. I give her a moment. Then wrap an arm around her lower waist, lifting her from the floor. Gasping against me, she snakes her arms around my neck to secure herself from falling out of my hold.
I take her to the ER, and I signal the nurses to show us Ignas’s room. They’re not happy about it because they have better things to do than show us around. I’m still me, though, and they obey.
Through the glass observation wall, we finally see Ignas.
Ivy holds my hand as her eyes take in her friend. There’s buzzing around us. There’s a brawl on the far end of the corridor we’re in. The murmurs and the arguing want my attention, but I’ve got my eyes set on Ivy.
Her face falls, and the energy she had assembled to escape her hospital room vanishes.
The boy is in the worst shape he could be. There’s no color on his skin, no life. Machines help him with his breathing. He’s innocently lying there on his bed, hooked up on IV poles.
I hear nurses strolling in and out of nearby rooms with supply carts, chatting among themselves.
Ivy gasps at Ignas’s bandaged face, arms… Most of his body is wrapped up.
3013.
I stretch my neck to the side. And again. And again. My eyes drift over the boy and my devastated doe. Her distressed breathing flips a switch inside of me.
3013. I’ve been lacking lately, haven’t I? It’s time to do some math.
Show whoever’s fucking with me and… my doe that they can’t touch me without repercussions.
“You said there was a fire,” Ivy croaks. The boy’s skin isn’t burned per se. His face and neck are full of cuts, from tiny to menacing. “This… It looks like an explosion. Not a fire.”
“I can see that, little doe,” I say to her. The exhaustion that dared to hold me back sinks back into the ocean, far away from my reach. Goodbye, motherfucker. I’m buzzing with the need for destruction. “I want you to take a seat. You need to rest. It would be best if you returned to your room. He can’t see you.”
“He needs to feel my presence. He doesn’t have anyone else. He came to visit me, and he got… He got hurt. My home… He could’ve been killed, Jordan. What happened? Who did this?” Ivy rambles, pacing in front of the glass that separates the boy and us.
He’s innocent in all of this, and he got caught in the crossfire.
For better or for worse, he’s my needy little doe’s project. She’s taken it upon herself to protect her young even if he’s notheryoung.
“Ivy, will you do as I say and stay here?” I ask her.
“Where are you going?” She turns to me with a whipping speed, her eyes burning with questions.
“I’m going to take care of this. I’ll have the hospital evacuated—”
