My lips purse together as I fight to breathe. I don’t dare look down at what Roxie is doing. Not even when she has Ash and Griffin flip him over so she can work on the other side of the gunshot wound. Apparently, the bullet went clean through.
“This’ll be over soon,” I whisper, brushing some of Rowan’s shaggy hair from his face. His skin feels cold and clammy.
His eyes blink open as he stares at me, his head turned to the side, and his cheek pressed against the pillow. His hazel eyes aredull and it breaks my heart, but I fight to keep my emotions in check.
The last thing he needs is for my scent to go all over the place.
“Alright, Rowan, all done,” Roxie says, peeling off her gloves. She tosses them into the trash bag she has at her feet, along with all the bloody gauze she used to clean him up.
“Will he be okay?” I ask, finally looking at her.
She nods. “He’s lucky. Bullet missed all the important parts. Healing is gonna be a bitch, and the packing’s gotta be changed pretty frequently, but he’ll live unless he gets an infection.”
“Fucking finally,” Rowan croaks out, his tense shoulders relaxing into the bed. “Thanks.”
“’Course,” Roxie says,her brows drawing down in concern as she looks at Rowan. She turns the same concerned gaze to me, her eyes drawing down to my shoulder. “You know, you never told me what the hell happened to you guys, Griffin.”
“That really important for you to know?” Griffin asks, standing from his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.
Roxie’s jaw works as she eyes Griffin warily.
“No,” She says slowly.
“Good,” Griffin shrugs, like it’s the end of the conversation.
The lines around Roxie’s eyes tighten as she straightens her posture. There’s a sort of hardness in her expression I never would’ve expected to see in any omega.
“No, it’s not good. They’re the same age as my kids. You’ve got a kid who’s shot and that poor girl’s in nothing but lingerie.”
I blink as I look down at myself. The robe I’m wearing hangs open, falling off my bloody shoulder. It’s ruined. I hope Rowan won’t be mad at me when he feels better, I know how important this Robe was to him.
“You better shut your mouth if you’re trying to say that we were the ones to fuck them up,” Ash growls, his voice low.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” I say, my eyes narrowing.
Ash’s silver gaze sparks with something that sends a shiverdown my spine, like he’s surprised I challenged him on anything. Like he’s excited.
I glance away from him, my cheeks warming at the intensity of everything.
“Thanks, Sweetie,” Roxie says. She stands from the bed and extends her hand out to me. “Let me take a look at your shoulder in the bathroom. That way we can clean things properly.”
“Oh, okay!” I nod.
I barely swing my legs over the side of the bed before Rage is there, lifting me up into his arms.
“Whoa! I can walk,” I say, flashing him a tired smile.
He gives me a single shake of his head.
Roxie eyes us as she stands in the doorway to the bathroom with another one of her plastic bags of supplies.
“You can put her down now, I got it from here,” she says firmly to Rage.
He stiffens, a low growl leaving his chest at the thought of letting me go.
“I’ll be fine, Rage, it’s okay, she’s going to help me like she helped Rowan,” I say.
Only after my words of reassurance does he slowly set me down.
