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“I’ll wait in the waiting room so I’m close enough while you work,” he says. “Until you can handle me being in another room, you’re going to take leave from the hospital.”
“But that’s?—”
“What I need to do,” he finishes. “I don’t mind being completely codependent on you. I already am with Wilder and Storm. People simply aren’t observant enough to realize we’re all together, Princess. My problem is that I didn’t know bond sickness was a possibility when I got shot.”
“How are you here?” I ask, shaking my head.
“Dr. Royal. He’s a workaholic and heard I was in surgery. When he came in, I was seemingly dead on the table. The machinery monitoring failed, and I really did code.”
“That hospital is a mess,” I groan.
“He took me home like a lost puppy instead of a half dead one. I owe him my life,” he says simply. “I shouldn’t have been gone for so long. Are you hungry?”
My stomach growls at the question, and Wilder chuckles.
“I’ll make you some real food. Do you have more nausea?” he asks.
“No, thank goodness. I haven’t had real food in weeks,” I say.
“Well that’s not going to happen anymore,” Lore grumbles. “You need to eat, or I’m going to hand feed you.”
“Are you threatening me with a good time?” I taunt him, squealing when he tickles my sides.
“Lore, you’re pushing it with your stitches,” Ransom says, nuzzling my body. “Marie and I don’t want to have to fix you up for being an idiot.”
“Rude,” Lore sighs. “I’m surrounded by brats that know better than me. Everyone is ordering me around.”
“We want to keep you from dying. Marie, will you get him to wrap up his wound while you shower with him?” Wilder asks.
I’ve had sex non-stop for days. I’m sore and well aware I smell too. I have cum in my hair and all over my skin. I definitely need hot water and a washcloth to scrub it.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, yawning. “Can you make me coffee too?”
A thought hits me so hard I shudder.
“Fuck. Lore, have you told your brother?” I ask.
“No,” he mumbles. “It’s not like I can just call him and tell him.”
“I’ll call Devon and make up a reason for him to come to Minnesota,” Wilder decides. “Everyone up! Let’s go. Thesesheets have so much bodily fluids on it, we may as well take a flamethrower to it.”
“Arsenal and I are friends, and I know he owns one or two. Please, don’t actually burn the sheets!” I squeal as Lore pushes Ransom off me and picks me up off the mattress.
“Lore!” Ransom yells as Lore tosses me over his shoulder.
“I already fucked up my stitches while having sex for the past twenty-four hours. Someone will need to take a look at them,” he says, unconcerned as he walks down the stairs to take a shower with me.
“This is insane,” I laugh.
It also feels right, even if I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Chapter Eleven
Ransom
Marie comes downstairs into the kitchen with flushed cheeks and her wet hair tied up in a bun. She has a private smile on her face, and it’s no wonder. Her screams of pleasure could be heard through the entire house even as we all grabbed showers in the other bathrooms, and Lore can’t seem to be able to stop touching her.
After the horrors of the last few weeks, it’s unsurprising.
