“Torren?” he asks in a small, pained voice.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I say it over and over again until club staff barrel into the room, lifting him from my lap and carrying him off to the doctor on-site.
Felix’s low, croaky voice calls to me, begging me to look at him, but I can’t.
I can never look at him again.
Chapter 14
Felix
The brutes carry me up two flights of stairs while I thrash and yell the entire time. I’m lugged down a corridor with a row of doors on either side, and people open them to peek at the commotion. I wind up in what looks like an honest-to-God doctor’s office, not the BDSM version I just left, and the men sit me upright on the examination table.
Apparently, this place has a lot of examination tables.
“Kid! You’re hurt. You need to get cleaned up, so calm the fuck down before we sedate you!”
Seated at the table, I notice that it’s hard to swallow. “I’m worried about him, okay? He needs help.”
“You’re the one who needs help,” a voice calls from behind a privacy curtain. A doctor or nurse reveals himself holding medical supplies. “You could be seriously injured, and your cuts could be infected. I have to clean and bandage them before you go anywhere.”
“They’re just a few scratches. It’s nothing.”
The man introduces himself. “I’m Elias, resident doctor, and I was informed over the radio that you lost consciousness dueto strangulation. Do you remember losing consciousness?”
I lost consciousness?“Um…I don’t think so.”
The doctor gently inspects my neck and asks me to swallow. I’m instructed to speak so he can listen for hoarseness or voice changes. “Does it hurt when you turn your head?”
“I-no, it’s fine. How bad is this?” I finally ask.
The doctor briefly makes eye contact with me before stating, “Because you passed out, we have to assume your airway was compressed. I’d like to do a CT scan of your neck before you leave.”
What the fuck?“You can do a CT scan? Here?”
“Yes,” is all he says in response.
Holy hell, what kind of place is this?
The doctor turns to the men and says, “I’ll need to document how this happened for Mr. Kay. Where were the dungeon attendants?”
Thing 1 and Thing 2 look at each other with furrowed brows. Thing 2 replies, “Mr.TorrenKay was the one in the room with our friend here.”
The doctor shoots a look at them and says, “I see. Then, I assume Tobias knows about this already.”
The brutes nod, but my hackles raise. Torren looked devastated by what happened, and the urge to defend him is palpable, but I’m still so at a loss for words.AmI really about to get a CT scan?
The doctor fills a syringe with something and explains, “I’m using saline to irrigate the wounds. Small particles of whatever cut you—” Through the mirror opposite me, I can see him searching for an answer from my captors, one of whom responds, “Pieces of mirror.”
The doctor nods, as if that’s an entirely normal answer. “Ah.Yes, we need to be sure these cuts are clear of debris.” The doctor gently places his hand on my shoulder and begins cleaning my wounds. Cool water soaks my back. There’s a slight burn at first, but that soon gives way to a soothing sensation.
He continues cleaning my wounds and finally says, “We’ll need to monitor you for delayed swelling. Between that and the CT scan, you could be here for several hours. Is that alright with you, Mr…”
My head is spinning so intensely that I blurt out, “Felix Hargrove,” and the collective gasp from all three men in the room lets me know that they recognize the name and that I am in deep shit.
Aw, fuck.
I wasn’t really planning on announcing who I am tonight, but I guess that ship has sailed.
