“It’s been a long day,” I snapped.
Aspen pointed at a spot on the couch beside Vail and gave me a little shove. I went over and sank onto the comfortable seat, feeling resentful and like I was being told what to do. I snuggled in at his side but didn’t hug him, because screw him. Why was Conall getting the love? My headache made it hard to think. Everyone kept talking about what had happened today—the explosion, every single thing that happened before and after the explosion. I got sick of hearing the wordbomb.
My head throbbed. I thought Lor and Vail shouldn’t be here, but like what often happened when everything got really tense and the guys were focused on the latest bullshit, they didn’t think too much about who else was in the room when we were in our safe spaces. The boss was leaning against a wall not even talking to us, scowling at the floor with his arms crossed. He appeared to be deep in thought, and every now and then he shook his head and tugged out his shirt to stare at it again. I’d never seen him looking so... human.
The talking got louder as Cillian leaned forward from his spot on a couch across from us. “Ye fuckin’eejit,” he said to Rowen. I hadn’t been following the conversation, but I couldn’t take the tone of his voice or the sounds crashing into my head.
“Can you all fucking shut up!”
There was dead silence as I rubbed my temples, which was nice. When I opened my eyes, Vail was on his knees in front of me.
“Excuse me?” Sloan’s voice was cold, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“He’s not okay.” Vail turned to look at someone else, but I was too busy trying to keep my skull from pounding apart.
Next thing I knew Rowen was beside me, looking too closely at my face. “How are ye feeling?”
“Tired. Hungry. My fucking head hurts.” I let out a long breath. “Tired.” I closed my eyes.
“Aye, ye mentioned that one. Did Rory go?”
There was more talking, voices clashing and hurting my head.
“I wanted my cousin Nick to look him over.” Aspen’s calm voice. He could talk—everyoneelseneeded to shut up.
“Well, obviously someone needs to.” Great, now even Sloan was hovering around staring at me. He had his hands on his hips.
Vail lifted my shirt. “Can you check your insulin?”
Growling, I massaged my temples harder. “I didn’t bring my kit with me. We weren’t supposed to be gone that long. I have the pump.”
Vail rubbed my knees. “Why don’t you check that?”
I felt slow and stupid as I began to rummage through my pockets. “My phone has an app on it. I should have gotten an alert if it was low or anything.”
“Something could be wrong,” Aspen said.
I growled again; I felt ganged up on. “No, my phone tells me if it’s messed-up. The pump’s fine, it has to be fine, but I can’t... I had it when we were on the rooftop.” My pockets were empty and I’d checked twice now.
“Maybe your phone’s in the car,” Conall said, and it registered that he asked someone to go check for it, but then there wasmore talking.
“Mickey drove us here,” Aspen muttered.
Everyone was shouting at once about doctors and cars and my insulin.
“Please open up the pump and check it, Fallon,” Vail asked in his soft, sweet voice.
“No, I’m fine. You all just need to be quiet, my head hurts!” I slammed my fists on my thighs.
“How about you close your eyes for a minute?” Vail asked, rubbing my wrists with his thumbs.
“They are closed,” I snapped, but I leaned back against the couch.
The next thing I knew someone was fucking around with my hands, holding them down. I hissed as my finger was stabbed and cracked an eye open to glare at Aspen’s cousin Nick. He grinned at me.
“Your sugar is sky-high, my friend.” He lifted a bag... my bag from the house.
“Those are my insulin pens. How...?”
