“Your hand is cold. Do you need an extra blanket or a jacket?” he asks.
I don’t even respond before Bear is moving. He walks over and picks up his hoodie from the chair. He starts to roll it up and pulls it over my head, putting it on me. I slide my arms in and lean my body against his.
“All right, since that is taken care of, I’ll tell you what happened and what you can and can’t do.” Razor stands at the end of the bed.
I look up at him and nod, not comfortable enough to talk around him.
“You had a lot of injuries on your body, some deep lacerations, but we got those stitched up. The stab wound on your leg is stitched, and it might be sore for the next couple of weeks. You lost a lot of blood, but we gave you a transfusion,” he starts.
He looks over at Bear. I lift my head and give Bear a questioning gaze, but he isn’t looking at me. He nods, and Razor starts to speak again.
“Your heart stopped, but we performed CPR, so your chest might be sore, but you are all good now. You were out for a week, so most of your wounds are healed, but I wouldn’t push anything. You can’t do anything too strenuous for the next couple of weeks, giving you time to heal. If you feel any discomfort or get tired, stop what you are doing and rest. I don’t want you to overdo anything,” he explains.
“Thank you, Doc,” Bear says.
“You’re welcome. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call or text me. I am here to answer anything.”
Razor walks out, and Bear turns toward me. He runs his hands through my hair before cupping my cheek.
“You want to stay here for a second, or do you want to head back to the clubhouse?” he asks.
“Stay here for a little bit? I want to relax and be next to you,” I softly reply.
Bear grins and nods. He helps me move over so he can get in next to me. He gently climbs onto the bed and gets comfortable before he guides me over to him. I lay my head across his chest and relax as Bear runs his hands through my hair.
I let out a sigh and snuggle into his body.
“Was I really out for a week?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Yeah, you were. I stayed with you as much as I could, but Pres had some jobs for me to do. He wanted me to get some fresh air and try to get my mind off everything.” Bear kisses the top of my head.
I nod, not knowing how to respond to that.
“I was worried that you weren’t going to wake up, but Razor reassured me that you were just recovering from your wounds and would wake up at any point. I finished Pres’s tasks as quickly as I could so I could come back to you.” He runs his hand up and down my back.
“I’m sorry for worrying you,” I say.
He stops moving his hands and cups my face.
“You don’t have to be sorry about anything. This wouldn’t have happened if I had gone with you. I am so sorry.” Regret laces his voice.
“I thought I saw him when we went to the diner, but he was supposed to be in prison. I thought I was being paranoid.” I snuggle into him, trying to listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t think he was out of prison. He was supposed to be in for life.”
I feel him let out a sigh. “I guess you are right.”
I look up at Bear, who is looking off into space. I lift my hand and touch his face, and he looks at me. I give him a smile, but realize that Bear won’t look me in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He looks at the ceiling before he looks back at me.
“I wanted you to tell me when you were ready, but when you got kidnapped, we did some research on you. I don’t want to lie and say I don’t know. I want to be honest. I know how you got those scars,” he says, looking me in the eye.
My eyes go wide as I stare at him.
