There’s a collective sigh around the room.
Flynn pats my ankle. “Thank you, Rory. I know this is hard.”
“I don’t want to file charges or whatever,” I tell him before he can ask.
“Ro, maybe you should consider—“
“No, J.” I cut Jace off. “I’m finally free of him. I am not doing anything.”
It’s clear Jace disagrees but he doesn’t want to argue. He falls silent, clutching my hand.
“Ultimately,” Flynn interrupts and we turn back to him, “it is your decision, Rory but I do suggest thinking it over.”
I reluctantly nod. I know exactly what would happen if I testified against him. He has the Dark Riders backing him—I’d never make it out alive even if I did manage to get the asshole in prison. At least this way there’s a small chance that he’ll forget about me and move on.
“Do you believe he will come after you here?” Flynn questions.
I think for a moment before shaking my head. “No, I don’t think so. There’s too many people around—there’d be witnesses.”
“Would you like me to add security personnel to your door?” Flynn asks.
I’m already shaking my head by the time he finishes his sentence.
“We’re taking turns staying up anyway,” Jace informs him. “We’re better off doing this ourselves. With Alec still…unconscious, it’s better that it’s just us.”
I’m thankful that Jace takes the reins. I squeeze his hand. He turns his head and smiles softly.
“Okay. Back to your injuries. I’m sure your partners told you but you have a concussion and three stitches on your forehead from where I’m presuming you hit the dashboard,” Flynn carries on.
My hand instinctively gravitates towards my forehead. So, that’s what hurts.
“Actually, we hadn’t gotten around to that,” Luc says guiltily.
Flynn rolls his eyes. His lack of professional attitude helps make me feel more comfortable.
“You also have some bruising on your ribs from the seatbelt,” he tells me. He turns to Mason. “How are yours?”
“Fine.” Mase shrugs, not happy with the attention shifting to him. Flynn raises one eyebrow at me.
“Mase,” I say in a warning tone. “Answer the question.”
Mase grumbles. “Fine! They fucking hurt.”
I realise I’m probably leaning on them and scooch a little further away. Mase’s arm tightens around me and tugs me back to him. I just shake my head.
Flynn comes around and studies my forehead, making sure I hadn’t ripped the stitches in my sleep. He gives Mase and I some painkillers. I take them but with the pain still buried, I don’t feel a thing. It would be weird to explain that though.
Flynn moves to Alec next. He fiddles with a few things on his chart.
“Will he be okay?”
Flynn looks up when he realises I’m talking to him.
“I can’t say anything with absolute certainty but yes, I think with time, Alec will be fine. His collapsed lung was troublesome but it seems to be doing well,” Flynn answers honestly.
“And the brain bleed?” I ask, my heart in my throat.
“We won’t know until he wakes,” Flynn tells me. “I don’t expect any long term issues but as I said, we won’t know until he wakes up. For now, he’s resting and he needs it.”
