“I think it looks good.”
A snort, but when he tries to sit up again, I order, “Don’t.”
His eyes come to mine.
“You also dislocated your shoulder.”
Damon moves opposite to me on the bed and scowls. “No, you didn’t. Lex fucking Ambrose decided to clock you with his stick and you landed awkwardly.”
“Ambrose—” He starts to shake his head then stops, wincing again. “The little fuck hit me from behind?”
“More like used his stick like a goddamned baseball bat.”
Rage flickers across Colt’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Wish I was.” Damon shoves a hand through his hair. “Unfortunately, I’m not.” His gaze comes to mine. “I’ll go tell the nurses he’s awake.” Then he slips from the room, leaving Colt and me alone.
“You okay?”
I take his hand again, hold it as tightly as I dare. “I’m not the one who was hurt.”
“You look like your black circles have black circles,” he says gently. “You should do what your brother said and go back to the hotel and get some sleep.”
“Later. After you’re settled.”
“I’m fine.”
Except he shifts on the bed and this time his wince is more intense, his skin paling as pain writes itself into the lines of his face.
Damn, where is the doctor?
“Starfire—”
“Don’t even try to be sweet and charming.” I scowl at him. “You’re hurting and you finally woke up. Let me take care of you?—”
“I don’t need that.”
The words are so sharp I rock back in my chair, a thread of hurt coiling in my chest.
He curses softly. “I just mean, I’m fine. This is the job. Sometimes you get hurt. And you have a life to get back to. Don’t let me—” He breaks off, clamps his lips together, eyes drifting to the side.
“Don’t let me what?”
“You already came out for the charity event. You already stayed through this shit.”
“I wanted to be here.”
“You were. But now you shouldn’t let this take precedence. You have a long weekend. You should fly home and enjoy your time off.”
What the hell?
But before I can call him on the utter fuckery of that statement, a commotion at the door draws my focus.
“Hey, bro,” Blake says, zipping through the door in his electric wheelchair. “I’m?—”
But he doesn’t finish the sentence before two people rush in behind him…and one look at the pinched expression on the woman’s face tells me all that I need to know.
She’s Colt’s mother.
