I’m coming, Sunny.
“You look like you’re going to faint. Are you okay?”
I swallow roughly, my heart hammering against my ribcage, my stomach gnawing with fear.
“I need to get to the hospital. Now.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
JADE
“Everywhere I turned, he was there. Tearing open my chest and burrowing inside my ribcage.” - Clara Foss, Painted Inferno
Afrown pulls the corners of my lips downward as I pick up my phone and see the battery died. I didn’t even notice it was that low. I want to text Matteo after I just tuned back into the game and saw he got a game misconduct for fighting.
I didn’t even see the fight happen.
A soft knock on the door pulls my attention and I set my phone on the bed, lifting my gaze to the nurse who ducks in. It’s the first face I’ve seen in a while, other than Ellie’s.
Which she’s quietly snoring from the chair, her head tipped back and her mouth wide open.
“Hi, Jade,” the nurse says quietly, glancing at Ellie and then back at me. “We’re still waiting on the doctor to sign off on the discharge instructions and then we’ll get you out of here.”
“Do you know how much longer?”
She lets out a sigh. “I don’t, I’m sorry.” She purses her lips, rolling her wrist to check her watch. “Do you need anything?”
There’s commotion out in the hallway, although I’m not sure what’s going on out there. “Sir, your room is back here!” A voice echoes in the distance.
“No, I’m okay,” I smile at her, shaking my head. “What’s going on?”
“Probably someone who’s drunk,” she says, glancing over her shoulder as footsteps get louder. “Just press your call button if you need anything,” she reminds me as she pulls the door open.
“I’m looking for my girlfriend, Jade Wilson. I need to see her immediately.”
My stomach flips as I immediately recognize his voice. I sit up straighter in my bed. “Matteo?”
His girlfriend?
Footsteps get louder and the nurse pauses in the doorway right as I see Matteo through the opening. “Do you know where I can find her?” He peers through the gap in between the nurse and the doorjamb. “Oh, Sunny,” he sighs a breath of relief, the inner corners of his eyebrows furrowing.
“Matty! You need to get to your bay to get your hand looked at.”
“Excuse me, sir,” the nurse starts, glancing over her shoulder at me first. Matteo’s eyes are locked on mine.
My heart beats harder. “It’s okay, he can come in.”
She steps out of the way and Matteo strides toward me, immediately closing the distance as he walks over to the side of the bed. He leans forward, his right hand cupping the side of my face only.
His lip is busted open and there’s another small cut and bruise above his eyebrow. What the hell?
“Sunny, baby, are you okay?” His eyes quickly scan my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
I tip my chin down, a smile tugging on my lips as I shake my head. “I’m okay. And it’s okay. I didn’t want you to worry over nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” he rasps, his brow furrowing. “It’s never nothing with you.”
“Matty, what the hell?” A man’s voice calls from the doorway. “You need to get back to your bay so the doctor can check you out.”
