Page 9 of Grizzly's Bear

“I assume you want blood or something. Go ahead.” When he just stood there, she continued. “Better hurry before I change my mind.”

Jensen laughed. Then he moved quickly around her, taking blood then checking her eyes with a light. He shuffled around in the workspace, and when she finished eating, he was immediately at her side, fingers probing the side of her head.

“Ow!” she groused when his thumb pressed around a tender spot.

“Still sore?”

“With your thumb stabbing into it? Yes. Normally. No.”

“Your skull was fractured, Rissa. I need to make sure everything’s healing correctly.”

She sighed, feeling guilty at her churlish attitude. “Thank you. For taking care of me when they brought me back.”

“I had to rebreak your thigh,” he told her.

“What?”

“It was already trying to heal when they got you back here. I had to break it again. I thought Slade was going to kill me when you screamed.”

“I screamed?” She’d thought she’d been unconscious the whole time.

“I broke your leg. Yes, you screamed.”

“I don’t…” She shook her head. “I don’t remember that. I don’t remember any of it.”

“You took a hard hit to your head.”

“Do you think I’ll remember?”

“I don’t know. You may, but you may not. The damage was extensive. And that’s just what I could see.”

It worried her that Jensen didn’t automatically have a response for her. Since she’d been with the Holloways, Jensen always had an answer when it was a medical question. He was who everyone turned to.

“The mind is complex, Rissa. You might never remember exactly what happened. Hell, it could be your bear is trying to protect you and doesn’t want you to remember. Or you might start recalling bits and pieces. Or you might wake up one morning and remember everything all at once. I don’t know. I can tell you, physically, you seem to be healing good as new.”

She needed to speak with Adam. Then she needed to call Ariel. If the other woman had been taken with her, then Ariel might be able to tell Rissa something that could trigger a memory.

“Do you know where my brother is?”

“Earlier, he headed out with Holt to check on a few things in town. He’ll be back soon.”

“And Slade? Do you know where he is?”

“I can honestly say I have no idea where my brother is,” Jensen assured her, though she wasn’t sure if she believed him.

“Well, I—”

She was cut off by a roar that seemed to shake the cabin.

Jensen grinned. “Don’t worry. I think you’re about to find him.”

Rissa sighed. “So I’m good?”

“Yes. I’d like to keep checking you, until your head is completely healed.”

She nodded. “Okay. I’ll make a point of coming to see you every day. For now.”

“Rissa!” Her name was bellowed, the sound a lot closer than the earlier roar had been.

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