Page 139 of Devious Knight

“Roofie and…ecstasy,” he coughs, spitting blood.

I growl, baring my teeth like an animal. The asshole drugged her, and he was going to rape her.

I know I can be over the top and I’m a handful for most people, but this is one time I’m glad that I am who I am. “How much?”

“Two tablets.”

Fuck. I would never use shit like that on anyone, but I know dealers who do. Two roofies means your target can be knocked out for the whole night. But this shit was mixed with ecstasy. I don’t know what that can do to a person’s system.

“Logan, I have to get her to the hospital.”

“Call 911.”

Several people have started entering the room, probably from hearing the commotion.

I pay no attention to them. Isabelle needs me, so I grab my phone and call for an ambulance.

I’ve never been more worried in my life than tonight.

I watched the paramedics load Isabelle into the ambulance, and I hated how helpless I felt.

I rode to the hospital with her. She was still unconscious right up until the moment we got there, then she came to and started mumbling.

Nothing she said made sense. It was all a load of sayings strung together until she fell asleep again, but even in her sleep she was restless. As if she were fighting demons.

The doctors did tests and placed an IV drip in her arm. It was only then that she started to calm.

That was fifteen minutes ago. I’ve been sitting by her side since.

Logan is here with me, so he’s been getting coffee. Between the journey here, the testing, and the waiting, we’ve been with Isabelle for nearly three hours.

Logan is out getting coffee again. When the door opens again, I think it’s him, but it’s the doctor.

“Hey, the results just came in,” he says.

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She is, but I will speak to her when she wakes up. I’ve notified her father with the details you gave me.”

“Thanks, but can’t you tell me anything more?”

“For privacy reasons, I can’t go into details.”

“But I’m her…” I stop myself because I don’t know what I am to her.

Quite likely, if this doctor knew how fucked up I was and how I stalked her for weeks before I launched my plans, he’d lock me up.

He stares back at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence.

“I’m her friend.” Isabelle and I have never been friends, but I think that’s how all relationships start.

“Okay, friend.” He offers me kind smile. “I can assure you she’s out of the woods. She just needs to ride out the symptoms. We’ll keep her here for the night for observation. Okay?”

I nod. “I’m staying.”

“I thought you might say that. There’s an extra pillow and a blanket in the cupboard.” He points to the cupboard across from Isabelle’s bed. “A nurse will come back to check on her vitals again in a little while.”

“Thank you.”

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