You can follow us, we are heading to Methodist,” he said.
“Great. Thanks, man,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Yeah, no problem,” he said, getting into the ambulance.
I took a deep breath, feeling every minute of the day settling deep in my bones. All the driving I had done in the past two days was catching up to me as I walked to my truck that was thankfully still there.
I yawned as I hopped into my truck, typing in the hospital’s name and pulling out to catch up to the ambulance. At every stoplight I looked for a hotel for us to stay at. Something big and comfortable for us to stay at, after they were released. The closer we got to the hospital, the more I debated on calling Iris’ family, but then I would have to explain why we were here and—I didn’t know if she was ready for that conversation.
After everyone was on the mend, we needed to have a conversation about all of us. I was all in, they were everything to me. I just hoped this was what everyone wanted.
30
iris
“Damn,Nash. Could you have gotten a nicer room?” Beau winced, as we walked into the suite Nash had booked for us.
“The rest were out of my price range, but if I could have afforded them, yeah, I would have,” Nash said, helping Beau.
“The sofa, I can’t move anymore,” Beau groaned.
“Come on, Beau, just a little more,” I said, pulling his other arm over my shoulder to help.
“Iris,” they growled.
“I’m fine,” I snapped. “Let’s just get him to bed.”
“Iris, no,” Beau sighed. “I don’t want to hurt you.
“Douglas Silva,” I clipped.
“Ugh, I hate that you know my real name,” Beau whined.
“I can’t believe your name is Douglas,” Nash chuckled.
“It never occurred to me that Beau was a stage name,” I said, walking us to the bedroom.
“No one wants to watch porn from a guy named Douglas.” Beau grimaced, shaking his head. “I do not have a moanable name.”
“Oh, Douglas!” I moaned, wincing because he was right, it wasn’t sexy.
“See, not sexy, but moaning, Beau,” he moaned, his own name. “That sounds sexy.”
“Well, shit. I’ve never wondered if my name was moanable,” Nash said, helping me strip Beau.
“Very moanable,” Beau and I said together, before we laughed and winced together.
Nash murmured something and I was pretty sure it was, 'stubborn pain in my ass’ but he grinned at us. As we got Beau situated, exhaustion was seeping into my bones. At this point, all I wanted was a shower, food, and to sleep for a day or two. Someone’s phone rang, then someone else’s phone rang while we put Beau to bed.
“Shit, that’s probably Valencia,” Beau said, sitting up.
“Fuck. Jo is calling me,” Nash frowned at his phone. “Hello.”
I grabbed Beau’s phone from his pocket and passed it to him.
“Fuck, are you kidding me?” Nash growled. “How the fuck did someone find that out and it just happened last night.”
My gut felt uneasy like something bad was about to happen when my phone started to ring and Beau’s started to ring again too.
