He’s so strong as he holds me in his large hands, carrying me out of the shower and back into the nest.
But as he goes to step out of the shower, he slips and we both go tumbling down.
The pain that ripples through my ankle is horrendous as I let out a scream.
Chapter 12
Mack
A scream wakesme up suddenly, and I jolt up in the massive nest bed looking around. There aren’t any other sounds until the door comes slamming open and two moderators storm toward the bathroom door.
I shove my brother in the shoulder. He’s the heaviest sleeper I’ve ever met. He nearly smacks me in the face as he startles awake. I don’t have time for him to get out of his cranky-ass mood to wake up as I follow the moderators.
“What the fuck. What happened?” I ask as they open the door.
My eyes widen in shock as I witness Jonah flat on his ass, consoling a crying Shiloh.
“I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so so sorry,” Jonah says, petting her wet hair.
“What happened?” I ask again, and no one answers me.
I approach Shiloh. She’s facing the other direction. But I can tell she’s crying from the way her back is shaking. She’s still completely knotted with Jonah, and I realize he must have fallen carrying her out of the shower.
“Shiloh, what hurts?” the moderator asks, kneeling on the shower tiles, water soaking his khaki pants, as she swats him away.
He doesn’t look deterred, like he expected her to do that.
“Fuck, is she okay?” Jonah says, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him more worried in my life. He honestly looks like he’s close to crying himself as the moderator approaches again.
Shiloh shoves the man away and clutches herself close to Jonah’s naked skin.
I feel wholly hopeless as I stand there and decide I need to do something. I grab a few of the luxury towels folded under the vanity and place one over Shiloh’s back, and another over Jonah’s shoulders.
The moderator is a simple man, wearing a Heat Haven polo, now dampened khakis, thin black glasses frame his ordinary face. He grabs a walkie and presses the side button, speaking into the device.
“I need Dr. Goss to report to the Lunar Suite ASAP,” he says.
“Copy. I’ll be there in three minutes,” the voice relays on the walkie.
“What happened?” I ask, hoping someone fucking responds. I place a reassuring hand on Jonah’s shoulder, while rubbing Shiloh’s back.
I’m relieved she isn’t swatting me away.
“I was just carrying her out of the shower. I must have tripped over the electrolyte bottle. We’re knotted together,” Jonah says, shaking his head. “I’m so much bigger than her and fell backwards. I think I landed on her ankle. Fuck, shes so small. She won’t stop crying. I’m so so fucking sorry,” he says, kissing the side of Shiloh’s head.
She doesn’t seem to hold any resentment.
“It was an accident,” I tell him.
“You think it’s her ankle?” the moderator asks Jonah.
“I think her right leg…had to have been her ankle or her calf,” Jonah says, and it’s like guilt is seeping out of him.
The moderator doesn’t try to touch Shiloh, but monitors the situation as we wait for the doctor.
Ease fills me as I see a man approaching the bathroom, but it’s just my blurry-eyed older brother, who blinks rapidly at us all. It takes a few moments for his brain to connect the dots, but once he realizes the situation, he quickly wakes up. He’s on the floor next to me in a moment.
“Is she okay? What happened?” he asks.
