“Positive,” I lied, pressing the button for my pain pump. My body relaxed, finally, and I closed my eyes. “You can go now.”
I heard his chuckle as I slipped back into oblivion.
Indigo
Iheard the unmistakable sound of my father’s snore, and although I tried to block it out, it just kept growing in volume, so I forced my eyes open, relieved to find I was able to see much better than I had the day before.
Or was it two days before?
It didn’t really matter, I suppose.
Let’s be honest, I was still in a great deal of pain and feeling a bit sorry for myself, so trying to figure out exactly which day I was beat to shit was merely an exercise in distraction.
The crunch of leather diverted my attention, then Jekyll was hovering with a gentle smile. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I whispered.
“You need anything?”
“Water?”
He nodded, grabbing my water bottle, and holding the straw to my mouth. I drank slowly, then took a deep breath. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have bikes to ride and people to terrorize?Otherpeople.”
If he was going to answer my question, he didn’t get the chance, as my father sat up with a start, then stepped to my side. “How are you, love?”
“I’m fine, Daddy,” I said, glaring up at Jekyll, who simply gave me a cheeky smile before sitting on the bench by the window. “I need to get out of here. Check on my kids.”
“Bellamy said if you try to come back in before the doctor says you’re clear, she will slap you upside the head,” Jekyll murmured.
“When did you talk to Bellamy?”
“Yesterday.”
“I believe the words she used were, ‘tell that bitch if she tries to come back early, I’ll slap her upside the head,’” Dad corrected.
Jekyll grinned and gave him a nod.
