“Does this hurt?” She pressed into my palm, and it sent a zap through my arm. I bit my lip mid-whimper.
“Careful,” Kyan snapped, the order abrupt and startling. The doctor jumped from the volume.
“What’s going on?” Elias’ familiar voice echoed.
The door swung open to show Sinclair and Elias hovering in the hallway. They’d been there the entire time?
Unbelievable.
I didn’t bother saying anything.
“She might have a deep enough cut to damage some nerves in the wrist.”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, stealing my breath away. I looked at Kyan before I could control my reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed, mouth pinched, but when I looked at him, he softened, offering me comfort.
I yanked my attention back to the doctor who wound a fresh bandage around my arm. “Everything looks superficial.” She cleared her throat. “Except for that small part near the wrist. Acetaminophen and antibiotics for now. Keep an eye on the wounds for any pus-like discharge. I recommend you get a tetanus shot as well.”
“You didn’t bloody bring one?” Sinclair snapped, shaking his head.
“There was limited information conveyed to me about . . . the situation.” The doctor’s tone remained level.
Sinclair scoffed, but his irritation faded into the background. I couldn’t let go of how unfazed she was.
The bed dipped under Kyan’s weight, and his hand found mine. I didn’t have the energy to push him away.
She finished bandaging my arm, opened some more compartments from the briefcase, and pulled out four extra bandages still in plastic wrap, a bottle of pills, and an ointment. After placing it to the side, she clipped the latches back in place.
Kyan remained at my side, holding my hand in a tight grip. I . . . didn’t care. I watched everything through a foggy lens.
“Ma’am?”
The doctor had been talking to me for a while. I rubbed my eyes and met hers. She had blue impersonal ones. “Anything else?”
“No,” Kyan answered, squeezing my hand. “I’ll contact you if there is.”
She nodded curtly and straightened, leaving the three Alphas to watch over me.
They hovered, still not speaking. It pissed me off, to be honest, and the flare of anger pushed me through the veil of detachment clinging to me.
I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
“Is our deal still on?”
Kyan tensed beside me. I turned toward Sinclair.
“Hello? Are any of you going to answer?” A flame of my rage simmered under the numbness. “Is. Our. Deal. Still?—”
Kyan pressed his finger over my lips. “No, Briar.”
I jerked my chin to the side.
“What does that mean?”
“We’ll grab some more things to keep you comfortable,” he whispered.
My heart jumped. Their lack of answer was an answer in itself.
“You already knew what I was to you, so you can’t go and change your plan now.”
