North lifted her shirt on the right side. “She’s bleeding.”
He suddenly stripped off his shirt and wadded it up before pressing it to the side of her stomach.
“I think we’re going to have to go to the hospital,” North said.
“Make it happen,” Jared told him.
Oh. Goody.
Angie woke up groggily,staring around.
Where was she?
In her room at Jared’s house? At Zander’s compound? Maybe in her small house that she’d had for such a short time?
No. This place smelled funny. And there was a strange beeping.
“Baby girl? Hey, it’s all right. You’re okay.”
She blinked as she stared up into Jared’s blurry face. What was going on?
“Where . . . where am I?”
“In the hospital,” North replied, coming up on her other side.
Her vision was starting to improve.
“Wh-why?” she croaked.
She really needed a drink of water. Suddenly, Jared held a straw to her mouth.
He was so good at figuring out what she needed. She wasn’t sure if that was because he was a Daddy Dom or not.
But she drunk some water and tried to figure out what had happened.
Why would she be in the hospital? And why did she feel so awful?
Well, she guessed they both went hand-in-hand, didn’t they?
“What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” North asked. “The doctor never said that you had a head injury.”
Head injury?
“You fell, baby girl,” Jared said, taking hold of her hand. “You’re cold. North, she needs some more blankets.”
“On it,” North said.
“They should keep the hospital warmer,” Jared said with a frown. “It’s unacceptable that you are cold.”
“I will speak to the administration,” North said as he returned with armfuls of blankets. They proceeded to absolutely cover her in blankets until she couldn’t breathe.
“Um, I . . . it’s too much . . . too much . . .” she said, her voice edged with panic.
She knew it was silly to panic over blankets, but she couldn’t seem to push them off. One of her hands wasn’t working properly.
Well, it worked, but each time she tried to lift her arm, pain slashed down her side.
