"You're upsetting him. Please just get out." Movement catches my eye and I turn around to see the other guy get up from the chair and walk toward us. I pull myself up to a full sitting position and pull Mason toward me. "Please." My throat is croaky, but there is no mistaking the small sound of fear.
He stops, his eyes flicking between Mason and I before he takes a seat on the bottom of the bed. "I'm Ice. I sat with you last night when you woke up."
Sat with me last night, what the fuck is he talking about? I don't remember that. "What?" I ask.
"You don't remember?" he asks, and I shake my head.
"That's okay. Doc said that your mind might be a little foggy..."
"Wait, you were in my room last night, you all were." My eyes flick to Mason. "Some woman took Mason out?"
"That was Marissa," Nitro tells me as he gets up and also takes a seat at the bottom of my bed, opposite Ice. "She's my VP's ol' lady. She just took him back to his room while the Doc told you about your injuries."
I close my eyes, trying to remember. But it’s like the memories are just out of reach.
"Ice, go get the Doc. Nova, try not to force it, we can fill in some blanks for you, just take it easy." He places his hand on my leg, and I tense, but as he gives it a gentle squeeze I feel myself begin to relax.
I turn to face Mason; his skin is white as a sheet and his eyes are grey. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask him. He gives me a nod then throws himself at me. "Oomph. Hey, Mase, it's okay. I'm so sorry," I tell him.
"Mason." I look up to see Ice stand by the door and the doctor walk toward me. "Can you let go of Nova for two minutes just so I can check her over, please?" he asks him as he gently reaches out a hand for him. "I'm sure Ice can take you to go get something nice from the cafeteria."
"NO." I hold on tight to my brother. "He stays here," I tell them. I don't want him out of my sight.
"Sweetheart." Nitro gives my leg a little squeeze. "Mason is okay with Ice, I promise. Let the Doc check you over, then we can bring Mason back in."
I shake my head at him. "No. I need you all to get out. Mason and I need to go." I throw the blankets off my legs and swing them over the side of the bed, but before I can slide off the bed, Ice is stood in front of me, placing his hands either side of my legs.
"Stop, Nova. You need to relax. You are not well enough to leave the hospital, not yet. Just let me take Mase to get something to eat and drink while the doc looks at you, then I'll bring him right back here, happy, safe and fed. He trusts me."
"I'm sure he does, but I don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get up and go." I try pushing his hand away, but he grabs it, his thumb gently touching the drip, and I wince, pulling my hand away. "How about we stand right outside that door and don't move? Doc needs to check you over and it's best he does it without the kid in the room."
I turn to Mason, who crawls toward me. "It's okay, Nova. I'll be okay. I'm hungry," he says with a smile, and I let out a small laugh.
"I don't have any cash, buddy," I tell him, my head dropping.
"What the fuck do you need cash for?" Ice bites out as he reaches for Mason to help him from the bed. "I got it." He doesn't give me a chance to say anything else as grabs Mason’s hand and walks out of the room with him, asking him what he wants to eat.
"Back into bed, please, Nova," Doc instructs, gesturing toward the pillows.
I let out a breath and awkwardly slide myself back into bed. "Oh shit," I cry out as I put too much pressure on my wrist, the pain shooting up my arm. Before I have a chance to do anything else, Nitro is there, placing his huge hands at my sides and gently helping me slide up the bed. "Thank you," I whisper, a little embarrassed. He smiles at me before resuming his position back at the bottom of the bed.
He doesn't move, he just sits there and watches Doc carry out his checks. Doc doesn't say anything either as I watch him take my blood pressure, my heart rate and oxygen levels. He grabs my chart and makes a few notes, before checking the levels left in the drips, makes a few more notes then places the chart back in the holder on the wall.
"Okay. So, she's doing good. She needs rest and fluids. There are a few dressings that will need to be changed, but I will get Maria in here to do it a little later so it can be done in privacy." He addresses Nitro and it pisses me off a little. I clear my throat and he turns to me and smiles. He doesn't say anything else, he just stands at the side of the bed, folding his arms over his chest.
He doesn't look like the doctors around here. The arms on his white coat bulge with the size of his biceps, and his dark hair is shaved. The tattoos on his hands and neck give him a rugged look. But the smile he gives and the sparkling blue eyes make him seem gentle and caring.
"Nova?" I turn to face Nitro, flinching with the intensity of his stare. "We really should talk."
"I appreciate your help, and you being here—"
"Being here? Sweetheart, we pulled you and your brother from the car. Some of my men have been here since you were brought in two days ago." His tone is a little sharp, and it throws me, but then I realise what he's just said.
"Wait, two days?" I ask.
They both nod but say nothing.
"Oh, god. I have to go, I can't stay here. Please let us leave, we have to go, I'm begging you." Fear swirls in my stomach, and my heart begins to race. I try to fight back the tears, but as my thoughts overwhelm me, they begin to roll down my cheeks. I'm going to be in so much trouble, they must have found us.
