Gray shakes his head. “Beating himself up over Sienna. I’ll get him and we’ll meet you at the hospital.”
The healer leans out. “Anyone getting in?”
Jax hauls himself up without hesitation. “Me. I’m staying with her.”
Nodding, I shut the doors and watch as they pull off, jumping in the car. As they pull out onto the highway, I speed past them, taking an earlier exit.
I have a stop to make first.
Before I can face Sienna and ask her to forgive me.
35
SIENNA
My leg is itching.
Rolling over, I try to reach down to scratch at it, but a large hand grabs mine, tugging it back up.
“No scratching,” a deep voice commands. “Healers orders.”
Healers’ orders?
Confused, I crack my eyes open. They feel crusty and generally disgusting, and I squint through the crack at the face hovering close to mine.
“Sienna?”
A cool cloth presses gently over my forehead. “You with us, sweetheart?”
“Leave her alone,” another voice chastises in the background. The cloth on my head gets taken away.
“What, so she can nearly die on us again?” The deep voice snaps back as I try to get my bearings.
When I finally manage to push my eyes open, I’m met with a dark metal railing. Frowning, I try to tally up my surroundings.
I went to bed in the attic. And I’ve woken up… where?
When I start to panic, struggling to push myself up, heavy hands land on my arms, pushing me back down. “Take it easy, Sienna. You’ve been out for a while.”
Out?
My eyes finally focus on a rumpled Grayson. He looks up to meet my gaze and yanks his hands away, his jaw locked.
“How are you feeling?” someone else interjects. My head feels full of rocks, the effort to roll it over on my pillow surprisingly difficult. Logan looks even worse than Grayson, deep purple circles under his eyes hinting at sleepless nights.
I wet my dry lips, and Logan grabs a glass from the side, adding a straw and lifting it to my lips. “Take a drink.”
Obediently, I suck down a tiny sip of water. It feels like nirvana, and I take greedy sucks, draining the glass before I shake my head and he removes it.
“What happened?” My voice is a croak as I glance between them with effort.
Gray folds his arms. “You nearlydied. That’s what happened.”
He looks furious.
Confused, I glance around the room. I’m laid up in a metal bed, the large window opposite it showing somewhere that’s definitely not the Cohen house.
The itch in my leg starts to niggle, and I try and rub it with my other one without either of them noticing. Gray sighs, reaching out to separate them.
