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His lips landed on mine briefly and then he followed the nurse and Mina out of the room. I smiled as I admired the view of his long legs and tight ass in his dark jeans walking away. I licked my lips and settled deeper into the mattress.

Lord, he was pretty.

Bellamy walked into my room a few minutes after Mina and Jekyll had left, handing me a small stack of paperwork to sign. “Once you sign these, we can take the girls home. Mina was the only one with more than a few bruises and scrapes.”

“I’m not sure she’s going to let anyone other than Jekyll take her anywhere,” I mused as I signed quickly, handing everything back to her.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” She smiled. “She has him wrapped around her finger and it irritates the shit out of him.”

I sighed. “I know.”

Bellamy chuckled. “It’s good for him.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You hate him already?”

She grinned. “No, I adore him. If you fuck this one up, I will maim you, but don’t tell him that.”

I relaxed and smiled. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Right, my sister from another mister, I am going to get these kids back to the house. I will leave Mina in your capable hands but call me if you need me to pick her up.”

“I think we’ll just keep her here tonight, but could you bring a booster and some clothes for her tomorrow, please?”

“Yeah, of course.” She leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

She left me and I closed my eyes, my pain level spiking again. I didn’t want to dose myself just yet, but if Jekyll and Mina didn’t come back soon, I may have no choice.

I took some deep, calming breaths and tried to will my pain away, but after an hour and no sign of anyone, I pressed my pain pump button and closed my eyes, letting the meds do their job.

* * *

“Indy’s asleep, Mina, so we need to be quiet,” Jekyll whispered.

“I’m awake,” I argued. “Just resting my eyes.” I forced my eyes open and sat up a little. “How did the x-rays go?”

Mina raised her arm, now complete with a purple cast from her wrist to her shoulder. “I have a cast.”

“I see that. Is purple your favorite color?” I asked, patting the bed.

She bobbed her head up and down and Jekyll lifted her onto the mattress beside me.

“Surgery?” I asked Jekyll.

“Just the cast. Her ankle was sprained, but nothing was broken, so they wrapped that. She can go home anytime.”

“Did the doctor say anything else?” I asked.

“Nothing I’m gonna repeat in front of her,” he said, ominously.

“Okay,” I said, and met his eyes. He looked like he was ready to rage the building down.

Well, shit. This can’t be good.

“Can she eat?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah,” Jekyll said. “I’ll go get her something.”