This is a hospital.
And my arm is hooked to an IV.
“Minnie. Where’s Minnie?” I croak.
My throat is dry, and my voice comes out broken. It’s almost as if I’ve swallowed pieces of glass that embedded themselves into the walls of my throat.
I’m not sure when or how I ended up here, and frankly, I don’t care at this moment.
The only thing I’m concerned with is the fact that Minnie is not here. She’s not by my side, nor is she in my field of view.
And that’s a problem.
Gritting my teeth, I force myself to stand up. Once more, the IV holds me back and I pull with enough force to rip it.
Blood flows down my arm.
Fuck.
“Mr. Spencer-Astor!” a nurse exclaims, scandalized. She places herself in front of me, trying to get me to go back to bed.
Her lips are moving, but the words don’t register.
There’s a deafening pounding in my head that makes my vision shaky. Still, my focus is unperturbed.
Minnie.
I need to find Minnie.
Pushing the nurse aside, I pull the curtain to reveal a crowded ER.
“Minnie. Where’s my Minnie?” I call out, ignoring the jab of pain in my ribs as my lungs fill with air.
“Sir, please calm down,” another nurse yells at me.
“Where is she? I need to see her. Now,” I grit out.
The hospital is packed. That means there are tens if not hundreds of people around.
Men.
One look at Minnie and I know they’ll fall under her spell. Fuck, I have firsthand experience with it.
But there’s also the worry that she might be hurt, too. The last thing I remember was that we crashed the car, no? What if something happened to her?
“Minnie?” I shout, wildly looking around for any trace of her.
“Sir, please!”
People gather around me, and in the distance, I note security wading through the crowd and heading my way.
“I need to find her,” I say as I turn to one of the nurses. I mellow my tone so I don’t seem threatening—I won’t achieve anything if security takes me away.
“Who?”
“The girl who was with me. Please…”
“Is there a problem?” a man dressed in a security uniform inquires as he steps closer to me.