Page 101 of Bonding the Band

“There’s no way…” I trailed off, unable to formulate words. My head buzzed.

“Unfortunately, the test results don’t lie. It was a significant dose, which is why she became sick so fast.”

“But she’ll be okay, right? And the baby?”

I could have sworn an eternity passed before the doctor nodded, even though it was probably less than a second. “They’re lucky there are no signs of long-term drug use, so this may be a one-off. We are giving her fluids and keeping a very close eye on her and the baby for the next day or two before she can go home.” He looked me up and down. “And I do meanhome. A tour bus is not a suitable living situation for someone who is recovering and pregnant. I don’t think you need me to tell you this situation could have been a lot worse.”

He didn’t. “We’ll take her home to California the moment she is discharged. No touring.”

“Good. We also need to discuss your pack mate’s urine tests.” As he spoke, I glanced over in the direction of the waiting room, where the rest of the pack and Clover were staring at me, sitting in those uncomfortable plastic chairs, and anyone who recognized the band staring at them in turn.

“Hendrix is clean, right?” I asked, even though my gut was telling me that wasn’t likely.

The doctor grimaced, running a hand over his beard. “Yes and no. He’s taken something in the last seventy-two hours. The same compounds showed up in the results for your omega, as well.”

I cocked my head, trying to understand what he was saying.

“Is there a chance that your omega may have consumed something of his without realizing?”

It was a distinct possibility. If I was certain of one thing, it was that Hendrix never would have given Meadow anything willingly. He would have chopped off his left nut before hurting his child.

“I need to talk to my pack mate. Where is he?” I asked. “And when can we see our omega?”

“The nurses are just getting Miss Reed situated in a room for her stay. As soon as they’re done, they’ll let you know. In themeantime, your pack mate is in room eight down the hall. The nurses thought it best we keep him back there while we wait for further blood test results.”

Rage simmered under my skin, and my blood boiled.

I nodded in thanks, and without bothering to check in with my pack mates, I strode off to find room eight.

Hendrix was sitting on the hospital bed, head in his hands. He looked utterly dejected, but I didn’t give a shit.

At the sound of me entering, he looked up.

“Hey, what did?—”

He didn’t manage to get another word out before my fist collided with his cheek, making a cracking noise as it landed.

“What thefuck?” He reared back, lifting his hand to cradle his face.

“What have you been taking?” I snarled.

“Nothing! That’s why I peed in the fucking cup!”

The door opened behind us, and Phin and Arlo dashed in, Clover hot on their heels.

“What the hell is going on?” Phin shoved himself between us, staring me down.

“Beck is accusing me of taking shit!” Hendrix growled. “You know I stopped taking that stuff for Meadow!”

“Both you and Meadow have drugs in your system!” I shouted, while everyone else in the room let out sounds of disbelief.

“What do you mean?” Arlo asked.

I took a deep breath, my glare never leaving Hendrix as I explained the test results the doctor laid out for me.

“I’m not taking anything!”

“But is Meadow okay?” Arlo asked.

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