“I should have been more careful,” I admit.
Nash starts shaking her head before I can finish. “No playing the blame game, Bishop. You know as well as I do that he doesn’t blame you.”
“What if he can’t play anymore?” I whisper. “Remy loves football.”
“Girl, that man can hire the best healers there are to help with his recovery. That’s not even an issue,” she reasons.
“I feel really bad.” A tear leaks down my cheek.
Nash tsks her tongue and moves closer to wrap me in a half hug while still looking over at me. “I’m not going to feel bad for you. You have two other dicks to ride while he heals.”
I stop crying immediately and gape at Nash. My mouth is probably hanging open, but then I laugh. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts, and she starts chuckling with me.
“I can’t believe you don’t hate me,” I say through giggles. “I would hate me.”
“Hecate, I tried,” Nash admits with her arm still around my shoulders, but I can hear her smile.
“Perspective,” she says after I calm down. “He’s going to be okay. You’re all going to be okay. Let the other stuff sort itself out when this isn’t so fresh.”
“Thank you.” I mop up my face with my sleeve.
“You’re welcome. I have something to thankyoufor though.” She leans in a little.
“What?”
“You were right about Flannigan.” She bites her bottom lip to hide her wide smile.
“I knew it,” I chirp. “I’ve been wanting to ask so badly.”
“We went out a few days ago. He’s…” She looks up, and her face gets all dreamy, and I don’t even need her to finish.
We spend a few more minutes chatting in the hall before I start to get anxious about returning to the room. I think she notices how I keep rocking back and forth and takes mercy on me. “We’ll catch up later. We still have the entity to deal with.”
“Hopefully not. Did you hear anything about Aisling?”
“They found her in the back of the cave. She was dehydrated and a little banged up, but she’s tough for an old lady.” Nash tilts her head to the side. “What do you mean hopefully not?”
“I think the ghost was the real Eugene. Now that Aisling is safe, I’m hoping he will move on.”
“Oh, damn.” Nash looks past me. “That would be a hell of a lot better than having a demon on your ass. I might actually feel sorry for you then.”
* * *
The circlesunder Remy’s eyes look a little better in the morning, but he didn’t have an easy night. The nurses were in and out several times. I know it’s their job, but it makes it hard to get any decent rest.
“I need to call Ash and the team,” Remy says after Gray helps him from the bathroom. He’s gone rather pale again, but I can’t imagine it’s easy moving around with a broken leg and arm, even when you have help.
“I have Ash’s number.” Felix holds out his phone. Instead of lying on the bed, Remy sits with the heavy boot and his leg dangling off the side to make the call.
“Hey, Ash,” Remy says softly. “Some shit went down yesterday, and I’m out of commission. I need… There are some things I need from you first, like Coach’s number. You can just text it to me here, I don’t have anything to write on. I’ll also need you to call Kaden for me and let him know he needs to cancel anything he has scheduled for me until further notice.” Remy’s head hangs low.
My heart sinks at seeing him like this. Being careful not to bump the plastic boot covering his leg from his foot all the way up to his knee, I angle myself closer to stand right in front of him. His voice gets a little muffled when he drops his forehead to my chest and continues speaking. “After I talk to Coach and the team doctors, we’ll need to prepare a statement.”
Standing this close, I can hear Ash speaking and the shrill panic in her voice, but I can’t exactly make out what she’s saying.
“I’ll be fine in a few weeks,” Remy assures her, but his voice lacks conviction. Ash shrieks again. “I don’t know, I’ll have to see what the healers and doctors say. I need Coach’s number, Ash. We can talk about this shit later.” He leans back a little, which enables me to see his face. The bruising on the side of his jaw is light, but it still makes his blue eyes stand out even more than usual.
As if he can feel my eyes on him, he looks up and meets my gaze. The fatigue is still there, but the quirk of the corner of his mouth and the way he licks his lips gives me hope my Remy is surfacing with every passing minute.
