Westin was curled up in Liam’s arms as he sprinted towards the hospital entrance. Her face was ghostly pale and contorted in pain as he held her close to his chest. My arms itched with the need to hold her. The image of her crumpled up on the floor kept flashing in my mind. Seeing her like that reminded me of when I’d found my mom after she overdosed. Except she’d never woken up. My chest was so tight I was afraid I would suffocate under the weight of my emotions.
“This is Westin Anderson,” Liam said, running up to the nurse at the front desk. “We called ahead. She needs to see the doctor immediately.” There was terror in his voice, and it only amplified what I was feeling. I wanted to rage and punch something. I would fight one thousand enemies for her, but I was helpless against this.
“We have a room prepared for her. I’ll get someone to bring you back there,” the nurse said. She cast a critical eye over the rest of us. “We don’t allow more than one guest to accompany patients after hours.”
“Don’t separate us,” Henry said, desperation coloring his usually calm voice. “We’re her pack.”
The nurse hesitated, looking back at Westin, whose eyes were closed.
“Alright,” the nurse finally said. “But I need you all to sign in on this sheet. And make sure to put your full legal names on here,” she said sternly.
I shifted impatiently as I waited for Henry to write his name before taking the pen, scrawling mine down on the sheet of paper, and sprinting after my omega.
The nursefrom the front desk popped into the room and smiled at Westin. “They said you were feeling better.”
“Loads,” Westin said with a smile. Her face was still too pale for my liking, but seeing her smile flooded me with relief.
The on-call doctor said Westin had an irregular heartbeat caused by the chemo and that it wasn’t life-threatening. The doctors were so fuckingrelaxedabout all of this. Her heart wasn’t working right, and they just said, “We’ll keep her for observation, but she’ll be fine.” Didn’t they understand Westin was the most precious thing in the world to us? I wanted them to do more.
“I have something for you,” the nurse said, holding out a sheet of paper to Westin.
“You got it?” Westin asked, eyes wide as she took the paper.
The nurse blushed. “It’s the least I could do after what you did for me.”
Westin gasped. “He asked you out?”
“We had a date last night.”
“Oh my gosh,” Westin said, a rare smile on her lips. “You’ll have to tell me all about it later.”
The nurse nodded and left the room with one final glance over her shoulder. I thought her gaze lingered on me, but I shook my head and turned back to my omega.
“What was that?” Gray asked. He was seated near the foot of the bed, keeping one hand on Westin’s leg.
“I did a little matchmaking,” Westin said proudly. “Lily was talking to the CT tech, Derek, and it was so clear they’re totally in love with each other. But then I overheard Derek talking to another tech about how he didn’t think she liked him, and Lily was too scared to make the first move. So I nudged them in the right direction.”
I snorted. “Nudged?”
Westin shrugged. “I did what I needed to do, and Lily did me a favor in return.”
She unfolded the sheet of paper, her eyes running across it while her nose did that adorable scrunch. Then her lips parted and she looked up at me.
“Your name is Bearington?” she asked.
I blinked. “What the fuck? How do you…” I trailed off as I realized she was holding the fucking sign-in sheet. “How… you planned this? You’re going through fucking chemo and barely staying conscious and in pain all the time and you still found a way to plot and scheme all over the hospital?”
“That’s right,” Westin said. “We agreed next time you had to sign in, she would try to get me the sheet.”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “Fuck, baby. That was devious.”
Henry made a weird choking noise, and I realized the guys were trying to suppress their laughter.
“Fuck off,” I muttered, turning back to my omega.
“Bearington? What kind of name is that?” Henry asked, eyes watering from keeping in his laughter.
“My mom thought it sounded fancy,” I muttered. I’d grown up dirt poor in the projects and my mom had thought having a sophisticated name would help me get further in life.
