Other than that, she had zero brain damage according to the scans, and no other broken bones.
I counted that information as nothing short of a miracle. No way that car had been going any slower than fifty or so miles an hour before the door was shoved open and her petite body came rolling out.
“Jumped out of the fucking car,” I muttered, running both hands roughly over my face.
We were all exhausted. We’d been in this hospital for hours, in this room for nearly as long. Amir continuously had to swallow back whimpers and whines as he clung to Issa’s small hand.
Ax and Enzo…
I would have thought Enzo would have at least been able to keep his shit in check being pack lead and all. Ax was the one who was led by his emotions more often than not.
But both men couldn’t sit still, pushing to their feet to pace the length of the larger pack room before dropping onto their chairs again.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
“I’m a badass,” Issa muttered.
All four of us stiffened and turned wide eyes on her.
Amir leaned forward. “Issa? Are you talking in your sleep?”
“Open your eyes, beautiful,” I said, looming over her opposite from where Amir was hovering.
Her lashes fluttered and it took a few tries, but she eventually opened her eyes then squeezed them shut.
“Too bright,” she muttered, her brows furrowing and causing a crease between them.
Enzo quickly moved across the room and dimmed the lights so she could still see us without being bombarded with the glaring fluorescent lights overhead.
“Better?” he asked when he returned.
She opened one eye tentatively, then finally opened the other and sighed.
“Were you talking in your sleep?” Amir asked again.
“No. I’m a badass. I jumped out of the car like in the movies.”
Her voice was a little hoarse since she’d been asleep for so long. Or unconscious.
We were warned she had suffered a concussion, but they’d monitored her the entire stay and reassured us she wouldn’t suffer from any lingering effects.
“You could’ve gotten yourself fucking killed. You should have waited for us,” Ax growled from the foot of the bed.
I shot him a look, but he was busy staring at our beta.
“If I’d waited, you could have gotten killed. Did you think he would just pull over and let me out when he saw you?”
Ax opened his mouth, his lips moving like a fish, before he closed it and scowled at her.
None of us liked the fact she’d done something so stupidly reckless and potentially deadly, but she had a point. Even if we or one of Bain’s men had started firing at Antonio or whoever that fuck was in the backseat, we could have risked hitting her, or getting her killed when the car lost control.
Whether she was right or not didn’t make the whole situation any less terrifying. We’d come far too close to losing her.
“What about Antonio?” she asked.
When she tried to sit up, Amir climbed into the bed beside her and coaxed her onto her back, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her cheek as the softest whimpers left his chest.
“Bain’s dealing with him,” Enzo said. Or rather growled since neither he nor Ax had stopped since we’d felt her fear through our bonds.