“Don’t do the ‘what if’ thing. It won’t help. We have to stay strong,” I murmur.
“I can’t lose him,” Dom repeats. “When I saw Jace’s mustang…I’ve never been more scared in my whole life. Three of the most important people in my life—not knowing if they were alive or not.”
“Mase and I are okay,” I reassure him. “Alec will be too.” Not knowing if I’m right or not leaves the taste of ash on my tongue.
I remember waking up in the car. Mason groaning behind me. I looked across at Alec but he didn’t wake. Then I blacked out. As though my body knew it was better to be asleep then awake.
Everything hurt and I was so,soscared. I was so scared of being alone. Like I had been for the better part of three years.
“Rory?”
I realise Dom’s pulled back and is watching me worriedly as I fight to breathe. His fingers stroke my cheek.
“Sweetheart?” I realise I haven’t answered him but I’m not sure I can.
I focus on breathing. On Dom’s face as he brushes my cheek with his fingers before his large hands cup my face in a gentle fashion. On the blackness below his eyes which tells me that he didn’t sleep well. Scared as hell that we wouldn’t be okay. I can’t freak out on him right now.
It manages to break me out of it enough to shove down all those shitty emotions that had me struggling to breathe.
It’s been a while so it doesn’t work immediately but as the minutes tick by, I’m able to push it all down, down,down.
I hate this feeling.
When you shove down all the bad shit, it messes with your mind. It’s calm. Blank. But it’s…it’s better.
I sigh heavily and it signals to Dom that I’m back.
“What happened, baby?” Dom asks carefully.
“I…remembered it. The crash. I got stuck,” I tell him, calmly.
He looks at me—understanding my words but seems almost confused. He doesn’t push.
The door opens and we turn our heads to Maverick who cringes.
“Sorry to interrupt guys, but the doctor wants to see Rory and Mason,” he alerts us.
Dom blinks and looks at me. “Shit, what the hell are you doing out of bed?!”
I snort and roll my eyes. “Calmingyoudown.”
“I’m glad someone is.” The doctor strides into the room. He’s pretty young, early twenties maybe. Possibly a little older.
“Were you causing trouble?” I narrow my eyes on Dom who grumbles but doesn’t answer.
He helps me up and walks—half carries—me back to my bed where he finally just scoops me up and carefully places me down.
The rest of my guys come back in. Mason ignores the doctor telling him he should be in his bed and crawls into mine.
Mason puts his arm around me and I snuggle into him.
“Ah, and you must be the one keeping these terrors in line.” The doctor looks up from his clipboard and grins.
“Trying.” I force myself to smile back.
“I’m Flynn Johnson. Your doctor, obviously. But you can just call me Flynn. I’m not used to the whole last name bullshit yet,” the doctor tells me.
“Do you normally swear in front of your patients?” Jace narrows his eyes on the young, handsome doc with surfer waves and a nice tan.
