“You could have a concussion,” the little omega whispers. “Is it even safe for me to touch you?”
I snort.
Goddammit.
I really like that she’s so concerned about me. No one has ever given a fuck if I was injured. I’ve spent a lot of time recuperating on my own in the past.
“You snuggling with me will probably speed up my healing time,” I lie, wiggling my eyebrows.
Who knows, maybe it will.
It can’t make things any worse.
Chapter Thirty
Hawk
“Keep an eye on both of them,” Moretti says to me, palming the flash drive he got from Magnum. “I’m going out. I need to get these to my tech team, and someone needs to ensure he doesn’t throw a blood clot.” He strides toward the door without a backward glance, and I frown. “I would avoid any sexual contact for a few days, at least if you value your boyfriend’s life.”
“He’s such a dick,” Magnum mutters. “Sex is totally on the table come tomorrow.”
“Is that something we need to watch out for? Blood clots? How do we even keep an eye out for that?” Vanessa asks, blinking repeatedly. “Where the hell is the doctor? I need to talk to him.”
“He’s who I was speaking to in the kitchen while you and Moretti were arguing,” I say, wondering if I’m about to get yelled at.
She was kinda hysterical, and Emory had zero patience, telling her to stay with me while he checked on Magnum.
I believe Moretti wanted to verify that Magnum wasn’t in rough shape before letting Vanessa see him. I could see bothsides, so I let them fight it out while I got a play-by-play of Magnum’s recovery care instructions.
“I’m going to catch him before he can leave.” Vanessa takes off toward the doorway. “I need to know what to do to make sure he’s okay. Emory, get the doctor back here if he’s already left.”
Magnum smiles, but as soon as she’s out the door, his face twists into a grimace, and he pulls his hand to his injured shoulder.
“Need help?” I ask, shoving off the wall.
He frowns. “I think the meds are wearing off, but I’ll be fine.”
“Gonzalez left pain meds and an antibiotic to get you through until he comes back to check on you,” I tell him, crossing the room. “You’ll probably want to wait until the next dose kicks in, but when it does, we need to get you changed and clean off all the dried blood.”
“The metallic smell is pretty bad,” he says, shaking his head. “Man, today sucks. I hate being a burden.”
I grunt in agreement.
No one wants to feel like they’re dragging everyone else down, but the first week is always the worst.
“Healing from a gunshot wound is never fun, but you got lucky.”
“That I did,” he agrees solemnly.
“And look at the bright side, Vanessa can give you a sponge bath,” I say, chuckling.
He snorts, and his hand flies to his shoulder. “Aww, fuck. Don’t make me laugh.”
Magnum is in a fair amount of pain once the IV medication wears off, but he gets a few hours of sleep at a time.
Vanessa is restless, tossing and turning all damn night as she sleeps between us in the pack bed.
She doesn’t have any additional heat spikes, which breaks the record of it happening nightly. I have no proof, but if I had to guess, I’d say her system is too anxious to allow that particular bodily function.
