“Henry,” I murmur, and Agatha’s eyes grow stormy.
“I’m going to poison him,” she hisses, and that just warms my broken heart. I’ve always wondered how many people she’s killed in her free time. I bet it’s more than we realize.
Kit appears next to me as Doc rounds the corner into the room.
“Hello, sexy,” I rasp, and Doc shakes his head.
“No flirting when you’re injured,” he replies. “Let me take a look.”
I sigh as he runs his hand across my face, taking in the injuries that Henry stamped onto me. He got my cheek real good and my head aches, but what’s worse is my ego. He stomped that to bits.
“Nothing seems broken, but you have a concussion,” Doc says as he shines a light into my eyes. “You’re going to need to be watched for the time being.”
“And cuddled,” I add, and Doc huffs a laugh.
“All right. And cuddled. I’ll stay with you for a few hours to monitor you.”
I shuffle over with a grunt and then pat the space next to me.
“I’m ready to be monitored.”
“I can do that from the chair over there,” Doc says, but I pout intensely enough that he ends up kicking off his shoes and sitting in bed next to me.
“You’re a mess,” Doc says as I snuggle up next to him.
“I’m the most beautiful mess. At least that’s what someone once told me.”
Doc huffs as he pats my back gently.
“All right. Get some rest. I’ll make sure you don’t die.”
“Thank you. I’m not ready to die. Not until I find Henry and peel the skin from his body.”
Doc huffs his approval, and I let my eyes shut, my head throbbing as I try to find some peace. But all of it comes rushing back in heavy waves. Henry. The way he fooled me. How stupid I was.
You’re just a fucking waste.
Useless piece of shit.
My eyes water, and I sniffle loudly, making Doc stiffen beneath me. I must have wiggled right on top of him in my effort to find some comfort from my past demons.
“Why are you crying?” Doc asks softly. “Is it the pain level? Do I need to adjust your meds?”
I shake my head, wiping my teary eyes on his shirt, knowing I’m making a mess of him. But he’s a doctor. He shouldn’t care about bodily fluids.
Unlike Georgiy, who is always so neat. He never likes a mess.
Where is he now?
Maybe I should tell him what happened. He must care. He put a trademark on my ass. That has to meansomething.
“I’m okay. Been through worse. Just upset about Henry.”
“Hey, you couldn’t have known,” he says, squeezing me gently. And that’s when I hear it. A throat clearing. A slight growl. Feral, unhinged.
I push up slightly and gasp when I see Georgiy standing in the doorway, looking murderous.
“Oh. Hi,” I breathe, my pulse thundering in my neck as Doc pats my back.
