Page 48 of The Aftermath

“I don’t want to,” I tell him, and so does Tamsyn. He nods his head and then walks over, passing each of us some pills and a small glass of water. I toss them in my mouth and swallow them down with the water before thanking him. That’s when I notice the empty bed next to me.

“Where’s Silas?” I ask quickly.

“And Rylan?”

“They’re both fine in the other room. They’re pretty banged up, and they really need a lot of rest.” I sigh now hearing that. He’s okay. They’re okay. I’m about to try to stand when the doctor rushes toward me, sitting me back down.

“No walking. Not until you’re steady enough. Here, let me help you.” He pulls a wheelchair over and helps me into it. He does the same for Tamsyn, knowing we’re not going to stay in these beds when we need to see the guys. He pushes me out of the room and down the hall, out into the main room. That’s when I realize we’re still at Chaos.

My eyes move around the room until I spot him and then tears spring to my eyes. He’s slumped in a hospital bed in the corner next to the one that Rylan is in. The doctor wheels me over, and I attempt to stand again when he stops me again.

“Stubborn girl,” he exclaims before telling me what’s wrong with Silas. My heart aches to be near him, but I also don’t want to hurt him. The doctor walks off to get Tamsyn when Silas opens his eyes slightly. He looks over and attempts to smile at me.

“That’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve seen in a while,” he says, his voice low and strained.

“You’re okay,” I cry.

“I’m not great, but yeah,” he says. “Come over here,” he tells me. I attempt to stand, but I wobble, and Hoax rushes over.

“The fuck are you trying to do? You want to fuck up something else?” he hisses at me.

“I want her over here,” Silas tells him.

“And I want a million fucking dollars. You’re hurt!”

“And I’m going to hurt more if she isn’t over here, Hoax.” Hoax gives in way too easily and helps me over to the bed. I sit on the edge, and Hoax pulls the blanket back, helping me lay down next to Silas. I’m careful not to touch him. I lay on my side so I could look at him.

“You look like shit,” I tease. Silas turns his head to look at me and smiles.

“I was thinking you looked fucking beautiful.”

“We’re both a mess, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, baby. We are. But we’ll heal. That’s what matters.” I nod my head. He’s right. That’s what matters most.

“What happens when we’re better?” I ask him. He lifts his hand and winces but doesn’t stop until he’s running his fingers down my cheek.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“And?”

“And I want to marry you again. The right way,” he says, causing my heart to swell.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. We’re married, but shit went south after that. It’s not a good memory for you to have of us. I want you in the perfect white dress and walking down the fucking aisle to me.”

“Are you going to wear a tuxedo?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Angel. I’m not that guy,” he tells me. I laugh a little when he lowers his hand and wraps it around mine.

“I know you’re not, and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“I want you some way. I want you tied to my bed with legs spread wide,” he says, causing me to blush.

“I’m not sure if your cock can handle getting hard right now, so you might want to stop all that.”

“Probably right, but I have plans for you, baby.”

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