I nodded.
Bram reached under the lamp’s shade and with a click, the room became dark. Well, almost. There was a window behind where Reid had been sitting. The blinds were drawn, but a little bit of light was peeking through. It made me wonder if the sun was beginning to rise.
There was rustling in the dark as Bram got comfortable in his chair. It felt odd to have him stay at my bedside. Wouldn’t he be more comfortable in his own bed? I didn’t dwell on it. The dread of everything that could go wrong pulled at all my thoughts. I lay there for a long time trying to fight them while watching the light behind the blinds grow brighter. Eventually the pain meds kicked in, and I got drowsy enough to fall back asleep.
Chapter Four
A hand caressingthe good side of my face gently woke me. I opened my eyes to see stormy blue ones. Roe was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.
“Hi.” His voice was soft.
The sun was fully up and peeking brightly from behind the blinds.
“You left,” I blurted pathetically, and lifted my unbandaged hand to touch his cheek.
I caught the guilty way his forehead creased before he leaned down to set it gently on mine. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you,” he whispered.
I understood why he hadn’t been able to stay and didn’t mean to make him feel guilty. It had just sucked not seeing him or Wyatt when I woke up. There was some relief at seeing Reid. That was, until I’d realized he wasn’t there because he wanted to be, which made me feel even worse.
Roe gently pressed his lips to the uninjured side of my mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise.” He moved his mouth up to kiss me again on my good cheek.
I slid my fingers into his soft black hair on the back of his head, holding him to me.
The bed dipped on my other side and Wyatt’s voice interrupted our moment. “It’s not like we had much choice. Bram looked like he was about to murder us if we didn’t leave.”
Roe leaned back and we both glanced toward Wyatt. He had made himself comfortable by lying in the bed next to me on top of the covers. He had his arms folded behind his head.
He gave me a small smile. “How you feeling, joint thief?”
I didn’t know how to answer.
“That bad, huh?” Wyatt said.
“I’ve been hurt worse than this,” I whispered.
Wyatt’s small smile was wiped away. “That breaks my heart.”
Someone cleared their throat and everyone turned toward the sound. Bram was standing by the door, frowning at Roe and Wyatt. “If she’s in pain, her medicine is on the table there next to the bed.” His eyes flicked to me. “Are you hungry?”
I didn’t feel hungry.
“You should try to eat,” Roe said. “I’m pretty sure you haven’t had anything in over a day.”
“I don’t even know what day it is or the time.” Not having a phone was really starting to bother me.
“It’s Sunday afternoon,” Wyatt said.
So everything had happened yesterday. It felt like days had passed. “I’m not hungry.”
“Why don’t you try anyway?” Bram insisted.
I really wasn’t in the mood to eat. “It hurts to swallow.”
“Then how about some soup?” Bram suggested, and I could tell he wasn’t going to let it go.
Roe grabbed my hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Please try.”
His pleading was beginning to be a problem.
