Silas sighs as he follows, along with Cade, Mario, and Enzo. "Nothing. I put a tracker in because I really love that damn hoodie."
"Silas or Simon, you're a 'doctor,' so get me out of here."
He glances down at me. Then he nods to where Enzo's talking to an actual doctor. "Are you crazy, girl? Fuck, this is an exclusive private hospital used by people like Mario. We prefer something less...flashy. But, you know, just as good. Anyway, no. You're going in there and getting checked out. Have you met Enzo? He's going to get his way, so just relax." He rolls his eyes. "Jeez, women."
It's time that all the truths come out. Including who is who around here.
And is this even a hospital?
Because the iPad is the only registration that seems to be used, and the orderly spent all of two seconds typing. No cards were handed over, nothing like insurance, either.
And the place has staff but looks like no hospital I'vebeen to. Even private ones seem like hospitals. This is more an antiseptic retreat.
"Areyou a doctor? Because while I don't think you are, if you are or know one, I want you to find Gretchen, and?—"
"Lola." He stops my wheelchair at the elevator and sends Enzo a look.
Enzo nods and follows his father and Lyndall in.
Cade remains with us, but he's texting on his phone.
I'm not really sure if he's actually texting or giving us some private space, but whatever. I'm grateful.
I glare at Silas, another big, fat liar.
He's not Simon.
Sure, I knew that. Or better, guessed that. But now it slaps me in the face.
Or I want to be mad at someone, and he's my only outlet.
"Simon."
To his credit, he only flushes a little. "Lola, I'm getting the feeling she was treated horrifically. I saw some scars. So, I'm guessing repeated rape and torture. But I don't think she wants to get checked out. They didn't hurt her?—"
"Theyrapedher."
"And now they're dead. I'm not sure a woman like that wants to share those facts with others and undergo what's no doubt to her a different sort of rape in here."
He pauses.
"No one here would judge her."
"No. No one would. But the examination...that might feel like that. She knows what happened." He pulls out his phone. "She's not far. I'll go find her. Set her up if you wish, or I might have to just let her go. But I can talk to her."
"I should?—"
"And have Enzo murder me and show me my entrails? Of course, it'd be the other way around, but you get my fucking drift, right?"
"I—"
The elevator doors open.
Enzo steps out. "Stop stealing my woman. She needs to be checked over."
Silas shakes his head. "You know they'll never let me pretend I work here again."
Enzo shrugs. "Dad set this up, not you. And you only wish you could pretend to be a doctor here." He slaps Silas on the back. "Keep polishing those dreams, okay?"
