“What’s so funny?”
Before he could answer, a nurse came in, hooking me up with a pain pump and dosing me again. I fell into blissful oblivion, forgetting the question I’d asked my dad.
* * *
Pain shot through myhead, and I awoke with a groan.
“Hey, GoGo,” Jekyll crooned. “Press your button, you’re due.”
Oh, right, I had a button.
I pressed it and sighed with relief.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded, following the sound of his voice, forcing my eyes open. “Is my dad here?”
“He went home to shower and change. He’s gonna swing by your place and get you a change of clothes.”
I frowned, trying to focus on him.
“Close your eyes, GoGo,” he said. “Let the meds do their thing.”
I licked my lips. “Can I have some water, please?”
“Yeah.”
I heard water splash and was able to see him (sort of) as he filled a cup with a built-in straw, then he settled his hand on my arm. “Gonna raise you up a little, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He raised the head of my bed, then held the cup up to me, guiding the straw to my mouth. I drank greedily, nearly choking with my rush to get fluids in me.
He pulled the straw away and set it on the table by my bed. “Give yourself a second to breathe.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Makin’ sure you’re safe.”
I frowned. “From what?”
“Blowback.”
I gasped. “Do you know who attacked me?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Who?”
“Chucky.”
I gasped, grimacing at the pain in my ribs. “What? Why?”
“Long story short, you stopped him from using Leo to do some shady shit for some shady people. He didn’t like it.”
“That little son of a bitch,” I hissed.
“Yeah.”
