“Okay. It looks as if they can treat her here just fine.” I went back to my emails.
He sighed again and left.
The doctor and nurse finished up with Grace. The doctor who’d been tending to Spencer came in and talked to them.
“Grace should stabilize soon, just snuggle her. Purr for her if she needs it. We’ll check on her again soon.” That doctor left, but the nurse stayed.
Spencer’s doctor checked him over.
“He’s doing okay, though his heart rate is up. He’s probably feeling her distress. We’ll monitor him. Try reassuring him that she’s okay. Once she’s stabilized, we’ll probably take him off sedation. Then he’ll wake up after a few hours,” the doctor told us.
I thanked him, and then he left. Wes and Evan talked to Spencer and Grace.
“Want me to take you back to the hotel, Ri?” Jett asked.
“Not yet.” Riley shook her head. “But I’d like to go to the cafeteria. I need something sweet.”
Evan nodded. “They have ice cream.”
“Let’s go see what they have,” I told them. And maybe track down a hospital administrator.
Someone would answer for what had happened to Grace.
The hospital room was dark, though light crept in through the blinds leading to the hospital hall. Evan and Grace slept next to Spencer. The doctor hadn’t roused Spencer yet, though Grace seemed to be doing better and sleeping normally.
Jett, Wes, and Riley had gone back to the hotel. Wes was going to return with things for Grace and Spencer. I’d take Evan back in the morning for a bit.
Well, if he’d leave them.
The couch turned into a small bed, and it wasn’t uncomfortable. There were extra blankets and pillows, too. I just couldn’t sleep. Normally I’d either work, workout, or fuck one of my mates.
None of those were options right now.
“No, no. Please, don’t leave me,” Grace screamed as her monitor beeped.
“It’s okay, Grace. It’s okay,” Evan mumbled, draping an arm around her.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to put everyone in danger,” she cried.
Evan sat up and shook her gently. “Peaches, wake up, you’re having a bad dream.”
“I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. I… I’m sorry. Please don’t make me go.” Grace thrashed against Evan.
Spencer’s monitor went off. Shit.
I hopped off the couch and strode over to the bed. “Hey, Little Butterfly, come here. Evan, comfort Spencer?”
Bundling her into my arms, I pulled her out of the bed and brought her over to the couch.
Evan draped himself on Spencer’s good side. “She’s okay, Bren’s got her. It’s just a nightmare.”
A sleepy purr filled the room.
“I’ve got you.” I lay on the couch bed, with her on my bare chest. Evan had on my shirt–she had on Evan’s.
“Don’t leave me, Bren. I didn’t know my mom was illegal,” she sobbed.
“What? No. Never.” Pulling the blankets over her, I held her tight, kissing the top of her head, and stroking the back of her neck. Her peach scent was a little panicked but not rotten anymore.
