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Chapter 23 ~
Rory ~
Ow,is the first thing I think when I wake up. Ugh, I feel like I got hit by a car.
Yeah, that wasn’t as funny as I thought it would be.
After realising that yes, I’m actually alive—my eyes are just stuck closed but my brain is functioning—I blearily open my eyes. I blink, unsticking my eyelids. I lock eyes with Luc across the room and give a weak attempt at a smile.
“Rory?” Luc scrambles out of his chair.
Jace, who's holding my hand, jolts awake at Luc’s loud words.
Looking how I feel, Jace rubs a tired hand over his relieved face.
I squeeze his hand with all my strength.
Jace rises from his chair beside me, his lips resting on my forehead briefly.
“Is Rory awake?” A gravelly voice says somewhere to my left.
“Dom.” The sound comes out all raspy.
Luc grabs a water bottle from the bedside table and removes the cap. He presses the bottle against my lips and I drink at least half before Luc takes it away.
Dominic stumbles into my vision, knocking Maverick’s feet on Mase’s bed beside me. “Rory’s awake.”
Dom squishes past Luc and drops down beside me.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” He presses his lips against my forehead where Jace’s were.
“Hey! Don’t you fucking move!” I hear Maverick say.
“I wanna see Rory too!” Mase whines back. “Move me over.”
Maverick groans, exasperatedly. Luc gets up and helps Maverick push Mason’s bed until it’s right up against mine.
Mase shuffles right over, intertwining your fingers. “Hey, Angel.”
“Hey,” I say, thankful for the cold water that has soothed my vocal cords. “What happened?”
Mase looks at me blankly. “We were in a car accident,” he says slowly.
I roll my eyes, hurting my head. “I know that. I meant, what happened after that? Where are we?” I look around the hospital room but with all the bodies crowded around me, it’s hard to find anything significant.
“We’re an hour from Hannah’s place. One hour and a bit from my parents,” Jace tells me, kissing my hand. I squeeze his, hoping to take away some of the fear residing there.
It’s hard to think, like there’s something dragging me down. I look down at Jace’s hand holding mine, specifically the drip running from my arm.
“The doctor wanted you to sleep longer—apparently your concussion was giving you hell.” Maverick sits beside his brother.
“Okay,” I murmur. “Where’s…where’s Alec?”
Nobody’s said anything about Alec yet. Where is he?
The guys fall silent.
