“Like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck. So basically like death,” I reply back, everyone in the room letting out a low chuckle.
“That’s to be expected, considering a truck actually hit you.” He smiles tightly. “Other than that, how do you feel? We had to put you in a medically induced coma for a few days. You had some swelling and a small brain bleed, but we were able to control it, but you’ll have a headache for a bit though. You banged your head pretty hard, so you have a slight concussion as well. This may cause some memory loss for a few days, but you should get it back over time.” He takes a breath as he looks over my chart, a tight, but polite, smile on his face.
“You have a bit of road rash on your body and there were a few deep lacerations that had to have sutures. You also fractured your wrist, which is why you’re in the cast. It won’t take long for the hairline fracture to heal, about six to eight weeks. Everything else is healing well so far. You’ll be here for another few days so we can monitor you, but we have you on some pain medication through your IV, which will help. With the breathing tube we had to place, your throat will probably be a little sore, so sip water slowly. You’ve been in and out of consciousness for a couple of days now, but you’ve been stable, which is a great sign. Do you have any questions at this time?” he asks me. I don’t even know where to start as he just dumped a grocery list of injuries on me. But I sit there and shake my head slowly as I try to absorb everything he just said. “Let us know if you need anything.” He nods his head at everyone, turns and walks out the door.
I slowly gaze over my body as I lay in the bed, cringing as I look over the bandages covering my skin and the cast on my left arm. I look like a broken fucking mess, but at least my cast is cute.Silver fucking lining.
“Hey, bestie, I thought I was going to have to find you in death and kick your ass there for a minute,” Naomi says, her voice pulling me from my self-pity as she looks at me, giving mea tight, sad smile. Tears form in her eyes as she leans down and lays her head on my chest.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” I croak out, every word feeling like fire. She lifts her head at the sound of my voice, a tear falling down her tired face as she turns to grab the cup she brought in. Handing me some more ice chips, I revel in the way it soothes my burning throat.
“I’m awake now, and you all look like hell warmed over. You can all go home and get some rest. I’ll still just, ya’ know, be laying here,” I add, making everyone let out a laugh.
“We’re not going anywhere, Babygirl. I just texted Zeke and Eddie. They are bringing us more clothes and coming to update us about the Luis situation,” Reyes says with a firm voice.
“I can’t believe I didn’t get there fast enough and that the motherfucker actually got to him,” I say, wincing as I move my arms, trying to scoot up in this uncomfortable ass bed.
“It’s okay, Angel. It’s not your fault. Besides, you shouldn’t have left alone,” Damien replies back sternly as he steps up to help me move.
“I feel like I’m missing something, like it’s right there for me to say, but I can’t. I’m not a fan of this memory loss shit. Fuck, how long have I actually been here?” I ask, trying to calm down my racing heart before the nurses notice this stupid heart monitor picking up speed.
“Calm down, Babygirl. We will find him. Zeke and Eddie are already on it. We’re doing what we can here while having eyes on you too,” Reyes says, grabbing my hand and rubbing soothing circles around my knuckles.
“Like he said, we're doing all we can for now. One day at a time. When Zeke and Eddie get here, we will come up with a plan,” Damien says, grabbing my other hand. I just feel like I know where he is, but I don’t at the same time.
“We will get him back!” he adds, trying to reassure me as Reyes takes a few calming breaths.
A few minutes later, the door swings open and Eddie looks at me, tears forming in his eyes as he rushes toward me.
“Thank fuck, kiddo. You had me worried there for a good bit,” he says, crushing me against his chest.Okay, ouch.Finally, letting my own tears fall, I try my best to hug him back, holding in the hisses of pain.
He pulls back after another second, probably realizing he was holding on too tight, and goes over to talk with the rest of the guys while Naomi pulls a chair up closer to me, and holds my hand while we both listen in on their conversation. Reyes and Damien walk up beside us, giving me and Naomi a look.
“Whatever we have to do to find him, I want in,” I say, looking over at them.
“Absolutely not. You were literally just in a wreck. Not to mention we thought you wouldn’t make it,” Eddie says, and Zeke nods his head in agreement. Rolling my eyes, I look back to Damien and Reyes as Zeke and Eddie walk up to my bed next.
“You know, the more you hold out, the more I’ll fight you about it, especially on this. He’s only gone because of me and my stupid past showing up to slap me in the face,” I spit back, getting irritated that they even want to fight me on this.
The guys all look to one another, and I look at Naomi, who’s wearing the biggest fucking grin on her face.I know she’s got my back.
“Hell no,” Reyes and Damien say in unison, and I pin them with a stare. They think I’m fucking around, but I will do this alone if I have to.
“Fine. Fuck it. We will figure that part out later, but only because you deserve this more than any of us,” Reyes says, pinching the bridge of his nose like I’m his biggest headache. Welcome to life with Raven.
Chapter 9
Reyes
This girl is going to be the death of me, I just know it. She deserves this though, just as much as we do. Honestly, probably more than us. They took so much from her, and she’s going to get her revenge–in blood. I don’t even want to think about the shit my brother is going through. I just know we need to get him back.
“You okay over there, Loverboy?” Raven asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I’ve been staring out of the same window since Zeke and Eddie left, plotting and thinking of different scenarios. I need this to go our way when we find him. It’ll be me, her and Damien. That’s it. And with her condition, there’s no room for error.
“Yeah, Little Devil. I’m all good, just thinking,” I reply back, running my hands through my hair as I walk towards her bed.
“We got this. Trust me, and if not me, trust Damien. I don’t want anyone else that I love getting hurt because of me, so I'llmake sure there are no holes in whatever plan we make,” she reassures me, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to her lips.
“Also, maybe text Eddie. He has a few connections for some things we might need to get the upper hand when we are ready. Just trust me, he will know when you ask.” She grins up at me as she brushes soft kisses on my hand.
