“I wasn’t injured. But I had a seizure and a spiral and some nightmares. However, I’m okay. I don’t really want to move right now, but I’ll be all right.” She headbutted me.
“You can stay next to me as long as you need.” It was probably scary for her. It was frightening for me.
“Um, I texted your mom and your publicist.” Grace looked up at me. “It hit the news. They were calling you. I told them what I knew. Also, I said that I didn’t think they needed to come here. I also talked to Mrs. K. She was worried. Other people called and texted, but I didn’t reply. Evan or Wes might have, though.”
Oh. But then if Grace and I walking on the beach was news, my being stabbed absolutely was.
“Thank you. I’ll call them later.” Right now, I really didn’t feel like moving.
A doctor came in, though she stayed near the doorway.
“I’m fine.” Grace scowled at her.
“I know. I’ve been checking with the doctors on this floor. I’m sorry for how you were treated. I assure you, that nurse will be disciplined.” She looked anxious.
“Disciplined? It’s malpractice. He needs to never work in healthcare again.” Wes sat up, scent going spicy with anger.
What happened?
“It’s not indicative of how we treat our patients. Usually, our staff are professionals and don’t let their personal beliefs cloud their professional judgement,” the doctor said.
“Okay.” Grace’s lower lip quivered.
“We’ve got our lawyers on it. This is a clusterfuck, and you know it,” Wes snapped.
“I know. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” The doctor gave her a concerned look, then she left.
I turned to Grace and Wes. “What happened?”
“People are stupid.” Grace buried her face in my shoulder.
Wes filled me in on all the questions the pack had from various agencies–and how Grace was treated in the Omega Ward.
“No, that won’t do. I’m glad Brennan’s on it.” Horror coated me. They did what? She could have died if Brennan hadn’t broken down the door. My poor baby girl. No wonder all she wanted to do was snuggle.
“Oh, he’s on it, and is after that guy’s license. The hospital’s going to pay for letting that happen. Someone from the hospital administration already came with flowers. That’s not going to fix the fact they could have killed her,” Wes muttered.
“They’re pretty flowers. I’m okay, Wes. It was scary, but I don’t like the idea of someone losing their job–and you don’t need to sue anyone and hurt the hospital’s ability to care for others.” She sniffed.
Wes pulled a chair over to the bed, not that the couch was far. “Grace, getting him fired means he won’t do that to anyone else. Same with going after the hospital. Also, the hospital has insurance for this specific reason.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
“He’s right, Grace. Taking legal action means protecting others.” I continued to play with her hair.
“Okay. I really don’t want anyone to go through what I did. I don’t want money from this, though.” She frowned at Wes.
Wes took her hand. “If you get any money from it, you can put it away and have a little extra money of your own. Or you can save it for Wyatt, Hannah, Daisy, and Grayson.”
Children. She, Wes, and Evan had named our pack’s future children. Awww. I knew Evan wanted a daughter named Daisy. His momloveddaisies.
“Yeah, you and Evan donotget two kids each.” Grace shook her head. “Honestly, I’d prefer those fraternal twins with different daddies, so I have your and Evan’s babies in one pregnancy.”
“I’m not sure it works that way.” Wes laughed.
“Fraternal twins run on the professor’s side and identical twins run on Thora’s side. So, it’s a possibility.” Grace squirmed. “I don’t have a twin, right? Like we’d know?” Anxiety shot through the bond.
“If you had an identical twin, we’d know,” I reassured her. “You could have twins? Hmmm, identical twin girls that looked like a cross between you and Evan? They’d get away witheverything.”
