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“I see…” she mumbles before she turns, giving me her back, and speaks to Valerie. “Erik will be fine,” she assures.

I bite my bottom lip; this is so awkward. “I called his parents,” she announces to my father.

“Great. Are they on their way?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “I told them no need.”

“Mother,” Valerie admonishes.

She looks down at her daughter. “They are on a business trip. I told them that I would keep them informed once I know something.”

Wow. And they said okay? What kind of parents doesn’t come when their child is in the hospital? I don’t care how old he is. He could be dying, for all we know.

Valerie’s mother turns around to look at me once again and gives me a chilling smile. “I told them that he can stay with us.”

I try to keep my face blank. This woman has already clued in to my feelings for Dash, and I don’t want another problem for us.

“And they were okay with that?” my father asks, sounding just as surprised as I feel.

“Yes,” the man answers him. “He stays with us all the time. It will be no different now.”

I’m gonna puke! How much has Dash lied about? Stays with them all the time? He also knew that Dash was racing for my father. The guy has to be joking, right? He has to be.

“Tabatha?” I spin around when I hear my name shouted. I open up my arms the moment that I see Jackie running toward me with Blake by her side.

She clutches me in a death grip. “Oh, Tabatha. Is he gonna be okay?” Jackie cries.

“I think so,” I say trying to be positive. But I’m not as optimistic as the bitch standing behind me. She didn’t see it. And at this point, none of us know anything.

“What happened?” Blake asks as he pulls Jackie away from me.

I take a deep breath before I rehash the event that I saw take place in front of my eyes.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DASH

“I’m fine!” I say a little louder than I should have as I push the nurse away from me.

Her eyes narrow on me slightly. “Sir, we have to make sure that you don’t have any serious injuries.”

I shake my head, fighting the dizziness I feel. “I don’t. Give me my clothes; I’m leaving.”

“You were dressed in some sort of leathers,” she says with a frown. “We had to cut them off you.”

Fuck! “Well, find me some clothes so that I may leave.” I’m sure this happens all the time. They have to have some extra scrubs lying around somewhere.

“Sir…”

“No,” I snap. “You can’t keep me here. I can discharge myself.”

She nods her head with a long sigh before she turns and pulls the curtain back, walking out of my little cubby. I let out a puff of air as I rub my head. I have a pounding headache. It’s like the worse hangover imaginable. Although I did not drink a drop, I crashed my bike. How? The brakes. I had none. My body hurts, but besides that, I feel okay. The helmet and the leathers probably saved my life.

A male nurse walks in as he reads over my chart. “I hear that you are refusing treatment and want to leave.”

“I’m not refusing treatment. I don’t need treatment.” I’ve flipped cars before. Hell, I crawled out of one that was on fire before I was sixteen. I crawled out of it with my best friend, Blake, and then we ran home praying to avoid getting into trouble. We were stupid. Of course, my dad was going to see that his car was missing from the garage. I know what my body can handle. “I’m fine. I just want to go home.”

He nods his head. “I understand, but it will take time. You have company out in the waiting room. Would you like to see them? That way they can see that you are okay.”

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