“Lead the way,” I said simply.
Jasmine sobbed against my chest.
I strolled by Cap and gave him a silent nod, thanking him for the backup. And as we followed Doc, I passed by Ranger before dipping down to his ear.
“Go into my room and shut down my desk,” I muttered.
He looked at me and nodded before taking off back toward the clubhouse.
I walked with her in my arms to Doc’s place on the outskirts of the compound.
14
JASMINE
Everything moved in snippets. There was cold air that rushed over my body before something pricked my upper arm. I tried to whip my head up and figure out what in the hell happened. Did I need to fight again? Did I need to run?
I felt groggy.
Exhausted.
Bone-dead tired.
I was out like a light within seconds.
I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but when my eyes fluttered open, I felt groggy and disoriented. It was still dark, though, so I couldn’t have been out for long. Unless a light was off. For a moment, for just a split second before everything came rushing back, things were okay. Life was grand, my plans were in motion, and it was time for me to get to work.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.”
I flinched as Ghost’s voice destroyed that reality, however. I gasped as I sat up, my head on a swivel before the world tilted around me.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, Jaz,” Ghost said as I felt pressure on my shoulders, leaning me back down toward thebed. “Your head is still sensitive. You’ve got some stitches. You need to rest.”
“Huh?” I groaned out.
I felt a blanket settling over me before there was pressure at my sides.
Like I was being tucked in.
“Doc got you all cleaned up,” Ghost said before I heard something sliding across a surface. There were so many sounds that I didn’t recognize. I hated it. “The bottoms of your feet will take a few days before you can walk right. You’ve got seven stitches in your forehead. No concussion, but your hip was partially dislocated. Doc got it popped back in. Said it’ll be sore for a few days, but you’ll be fine.”
It was so much information, and not nearly the information I wanted. My voice was heavy with sleep. “Do you always sneak up on people?”
“Yes.”
I scoffed and shook my head, but even that movement ached.
“Seriously, just rest. Doc says you need very little movement for the next couple of days,” he said.
“Who’s Doc?” I rasped out.
“Our doctor.”
“Who’s ‘our’?”
“The crew.”
Crew.
