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A doctor steps into the room after a while, doing a quick check-up. It seems I’m stuck into a routine I can’t wait to move from. After looking me over, he turns to Dean. They share a knowing glance. “I reckon I don't need to explain the procedure to you,” he says confidently.
Dean nods. “Appreciate it, Kevin.”
I attempt to sit up with Kyle's assistance, but the room seems to spin. “Can I head home?” I ask the doctor, my voice pleading.
“Are you as hard-headed as this one?” The doctor grins, indicating Dean, who shrugs in response. “We'll discharge you in a few days, provided there's no issues for the next hours. It's crucial you stay under our watch for now.”
“But I live just ten minutes away, and Dean can keep an eye on me.” I try to reason, but the doctor remains firm. A wave of pain clouds my thoughts, causing me to double over abruptly. I hear Dean mutter a curse as he struggles to keep me upright. I feel weak, my stomach revolting violently. The feeling is dreadful, and I feel like I have no control over my body.
“Dean, I'm okay,” I manage to get out, despite the discomfort.
Kyle is by my side in an instant, supporting me as the nausea gradually subsides. Dean hands me a container should I need it while I recover from the nauseating episode. My head continues to pound, yet there's a more urgent matter at hand: the smell emanating from me is unbearable.
Picking up on my thoughts, Kyle rises to fetch a bag. “Let's get her to the bathroom.”
“It's not a good idea, not right now.”
I grip Dean's arm, seeking a bit of stability. “I want to shake off the stench that's been on me for days, please.” It's nauseating, and the scented wipes only make the foul smell worse.
“We'll come in too, so we can assist you in case you start feeling unwell.”
“Alright,” Dean sighs, locking eyes with me, “but if you start feeling lightheaded, you need to let us know.”
Kyle heads to the shower, turning on the water as I'm guided beneath the invigorating spray. The warmth of the water on my skin is a blessed relief, momentarily making me forget my throbbing headache. Kyle bathes me gently, making me feel cherished and loved. Meanwhile, Dean tends to my hair, massaging my scalp slowly. A soft moan of pleasure escapes my lips as I yield to their care.
My mind drifts, filled with feelings and thoughts, and all I sense is their love. A smile spreads on my lips as I give Dean a tender kiss. Kyle, in turn, caresses my legs delicately, his touch slowly moving upwards. I pull away from Dean and kiss Kyle passionately, my heart fluttering.
“We've missed you, baby,” Kyle whispers against my lips. “Close your eyes, we gotta rinse you off.” I huff slightly, but comply, shutting my eyes as they shower me with care. It's a simple act, yet it makes me feel loved and safe.
After helping me dry off and braiding my hair, they assist me into my clothes, treating me as if I'm incapable of dressing myself. They escort me back to the bed, where I can finally rest. The room's been tidied and my sheets were changed. I realize how fortunate I am to have these two incredible individuals by my side, always ready to take care of me.
“I'm starving,” I announce, managing a weak grin. “And Dean, don't even think about serving me that crummy soup, okay?”
Kyle chuckles, planting a kiss on my forehead. “You’ll get everything you need, sweetheart.”
“Not everything though,” Dean chimes in, a playful smirk on his face. I arch an eyebrow at him, curious about his cryptic remark but it seems he's not eager to share.
“I'm sure not asking for lasagna,” I quip, although the idea of digging into a good portion of carbs isn't too unappealing.
Eventually, Kyle volunteers to grab dinner, steals a quick kiss and heads out.
“You shaved a decade off my life, you know,” Dean sighs, tenderly running his fingers through my hair.
“I'm sorry,” I murmur guiltily. I can only imagine how anxious they've been; the dark circles under Dean's eyes are a clear giveaway. They probably haven't slept a wink.
“I love you more than life itself, Miri,” he chokes out, hugging me and burying his face in my neck. I hold him close, breathing in his familiar scent. No words are needed, he knows. He knows exactly how deeply I'm in love with him and Kyle. They both hold pieces of my heart.
Kyle comes back with a bag from McDonald's, even throwing in an extra serving of fries. It's just the thing to satisfy my sudden cravings, despite not being the healthiest option. As I eat the sterile smell of the hospital slowly fades, replaced by the comforting scent of my two favorite men.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kyle
The week flew by, but the thought of tackling the tough conversation with Miriana weighed on us like a ton of bricks. We gave her some time to recuperate, to let her forget, even if only for a moment, the nightmare she had lived through.
Miri told me she saw a different person in Greta, someone in need of help. Her golden heart led her to help that bitch who was only pretending to lure her into a trap. I shudder to think what could have happened if Miri hadn't been able to send me her cry for help.
In the meantime, news of Greta's arrest and subsequent death made headlines in the newspapers and on TV. The news was a shock to everyone, as was the assassination attempt on Miriana. The authorities were quick to look for possible accomplices, but so far it looks like Greta was acting solo.
