CHAPTER TWELVE
–QUINN –
I’m drowsy, my head hurts, my mouth feels like cotton, and waves of nausea are hitting me hard.I try to swallow at the dryness in my throat while I squeeze my eyes shut in an effort to focus through the hazy cloud my brain is stuck in.
“Open your eyes.You should take a few sips of water,” a voice states from my left.
A jolt of fear hits me, and I instantly regret jolting up right while I stare at the unknown man beside the bed I’m in.I’m in a bed?The room doesn’t seem familiar, and it’s definitely no hospital room.
“Who are you?”I snap and wince at the dull ache echoing inside my head.
His hands go into the air, palms facing me.“I’m a doctor.”He points at the glass of water on the bedside table.“You should drink something.”
My gaze glides to the open leather bag at his feet, showing different medical things.At this point there’s not much to lose since I already feel like shit, have no clue where I am, and judging from his bag with medical stuff...I think this guy is telling the truth.Taking the glass, I sip and let the cool water slide down my dry throat.
At least I don’t have to worry about this guy drugging me since I just woke up, right?A flow of images shoots through my brain and I become aware of the last things I remember right before everything went dark...then I woke up in this room.
Shit.I place the glass back on the bedside table with a little too much force, making the rest of the water spatter up.I jump off the bed on the other side and have to place my hands on the mattress due to the wave of nausea and unsteady legs.
“Where’s my brother?”I snap and point at his bag.“Did you tend to him as well?Is he in a room next to me?Tell me.”
The man looks confused and starts to shake his head.“I don’t know who you’re talking about.I was called to come here for you.”
There’s a knock on the door and it instantly swings open.
A guy steps in the room and rumbles, “Everything okay here?”
“I want to go home.”Firming my voice, I snap with a load of determination, “I’m going home.”
The guy who just entered the room glances at the doctor.“She okay?”
“Fine for now, better if she takes it easy for the next few hours, preferably gets some sleep, and some fluids inside her along with some food.”
The guy nods.“We’ll handle it.”
The doctor grabs his bag and they exchange some hushed words before he leaves.
“Nice.That guy went home, now it’s my turn.”I take a step toward the door and the fucker shuts it.
He leans against the door as if he’s the muscle to guard the exit.“Sorry, doll.I have orders to keep you here.I just received more orders from the doc, and with it so did you.Get your sweet ass back into the bed and I’ll make sure you’ll get something to drink and eat.”
I don’t have time to throw words at him, or so much as punch the stupid grin off his face when he slips out of the room.Dammit.The distinctive sound of a lock sliding in place lets me know it’s useless to try and open the door.
Will it stop me from trying to escape?Nope.I go for the whole rattling the doorknob, screaming curse words along with demands meltdown.I keep going until my throat hurts and eventually step back to glance around me, hoping to come up with a backup plan to escape.
