“Terran!” Amelia nailed me in the shoulder with her bag. “Are you kidding!”
I clutched the area, intense pain radiating from my biceps and up to my shoulder. “Ow!”
This had to be some sick joke from the universe. I refused to believe this had somehow become my reality. No fucking way was he getting me into trouble with my own goddamn sister in some kind of fucked up solution to try and divert her attention elsewhere rather than on the obvious charged energy sparking between us.
Wait, was this his way to get back at me for being careless in the first place?
I stumbled back and whirled around to glare at him, only to stop dead in my tracks when Silas hit me with a smirk that was absolutely diabolical.
Oh my god, hewaspunishing me for earlier.
What happened to tying me up?
That was way more fun than whatever the hellthiswas!
“You asshole,” I growled, cut off quickly by my sister catching me in the side with her bag. “What is in there,bricks?”
“Textbooks, you idiot!” She swung it around for a third time; thankfully, completely missing me. “I can’t believe you! The doctor told you eight weeks!”
“I did,” Silas replied.
“Fuck you.” I jabbed a finger at him before turning back to my sister. Ratting me out to two people in one night. Who did that! “Amelia, come on?—”
“No!”
Thankfully, Silas grabbed me just in time to yank me to safety as her bag went flying in the air, landing a few feet from us and sliding halfway down the hallway. All three of us held our breath, waiting for the inevitable call from Ainsley’s room after being woken up from not just our yelling, but my sister’s heavy ass bag putting a dent in our hardwood.
When nothing but the sound of our breathing filled the space, my shoulders relaxed.
“Anyway. I wanted to make sure he didn’t damage anything internally. Hence, why I came over to check on him.” He gave my back a solid two pats, both of which seemed mocking in nature.
“Thank you.” She sighed. “I’m so sorry. He was doing good for a while but he tends to get cabin fever.”
Silas nodded. “I see that.”
Predicting them bonding over being upset with me was the last thing on my bingo card for the year. In fact, it wasn’t even on it to begin with.
“Why are we talking like I’m not here...”
He traced his hand up to grip my shoulder again, a nice, firm hold. “I’ve got it handled.”
Her eyes softened. “Thank you, doctor. I really appreciate you going out of your way to make sure he’s okay. Do we bill our insurance for this, or...”
“No need.” He used his grip on me to guide me through the breezeway and around my sister. “This one was on the house. I’m going to do a thorough check up on him, though.”
“But my?—”
Bag?
Outfits?
Change of clothes?
He wasn’t actually going to take me back to the hospital, right?
That would be a waste of both of our time.
There was no way Silas wasthatpetty.
