Page 94 of Savage Truce

“I’m never getting married. Your complaining is enough to last me a lifetime.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I watch how they go at each other like siblings.

“Instead of enjoying this, phone the fucking doctor!” he raises his voice at me, telling me he’s in a fuck ton of pain again.

Anastasia quickly hurries out of the room, probably to get a nurse so he can receive painkillers.

Pulling my phone out, I dial Dr. Kravets’ number.

“Yes, sir. How can I help?”

“Andrei wants to go home. Can you get him released into your care? You can treat him further at the estate.”

“I’ll go to my place,” Andrei mutters, but I ignore him.

“Of course, sir,” Dr. Kravets replies. “I’ll arrange for a live-in nurse as well. Give me an hour, and I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

“Thank you.”

Anastasia returns with one of the nurses, and when Andrei doesn’t argue as she prepares a syringe of medication to inject into his IV, it only confirms that he’s in a fuck-ton of pain.

“You’ll feel better soon,” my wife coos as she begins to caress his hair. “Try to get some sleep.”

Andrei closes his eye, and within seconds he drifts off.

“Dr. Kravets agreed to move Andrei to the estate. Will you really be okay taking care of his grumpy ass?” I whisper, taking a seat on the couch that’s near the window.

“Yes. I don’t mind at all,” she replies quietly while coming to sit beside me. Letting out a sigh, she narrows her eyes at me. “I’ve changed my mind about having kids. One is enough for me.”

My chest shakes as I chuckle, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “You’re great with him, though.” My gaze softens on her. “Thank you. It means a lot to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” She lifts her hand and rests her palm against my jaw. “Andrei didn’t hesitate to protect me, even though they came after him.” Glancing at the bed, she adds, “Plus, he’s family. What kind of wife would I be if I don’t take care of your brother?”

“I’m lucky to have you,” I murmur before pressing my mouth to her temple.

Leaning into each other, we both drift in and out of sleep, tired from the long hours of watching over Andrei the past week.

When I hear footsteps, the sleepiness vanishes, and I quickly get up, moving to stand by the foot of the bed.

It’s a protective move I have zero control over.

Dr. Kravets comes in, accompanied by Dr. Ivanov who doesn’t look too happy.

I watch as the men look at Andrei’s medical chart, exchanging a few words, then Dr. Kravets signs a bunch of documents.

“Like I’ve told Dr. Kravets, I do not agree with you moving the patient. You have to understand the dangers –”

I hold up my hand. “Save me the speech. I’m taking Andrei home where he’ll receive the best private care. His mental wellbeing is just as important as the physical, and right now he’s losing his mind.”

The doctor shakes his head, his lips turned down, but then he says, “Please don’t hesitate to bring him back should his condition worsen.”

“Of course. Thank you for all you’ve done. It’s appreciated.”

When he leaves, I turn my attention to Dr. Kravets. “What happens now?”

“There’s an ambulance waiting to transport Mr. Dragun.”

“Give me fifteen minutes,” I say while I walk to the door, and glacing up and down the hallway, I catch Sergei’s attention where he’s leaning against the wall.