Page 120 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

“Stop!” Rogan said as he grabbed her hand.

She yanked her arm out of his grip and started up again. She needed to feel something. To show that she was still alive. But, at the same time, she hoped she wouldn’t feel anything, and all of this was a dream.

“Stop,” he said again.

He grabbed hold of her arms and pulled them apart. Rogan wrapped himself around her and held her.

Just like Papa and Daddyhad when she first arrived there. A sob broke out and she tried to get out of his arms.

“Let me go!” she yelled.

“Angelo!” Rogan yelled.

“No!”

But Rogan was much stronger than she was, and he held her down. She didn’t want this.

“What?” Angelo said as he walked into the room. “Shit.”

“Give her something to calm down but don’t knock her out,” Rogan said. “Her arms are bleeding.”

Hedda hadn’t even realized she made herself bleed. She didn’t feel a thing. Her eyes zeroed in on Angelo as he sat his bag down.

“No!” she yelled. “Let me fucking go!”

“Hold her still,” Angelo said.

Rogan’s grip tightened on her, and she let out a pained scream.

“Please no!” she yelled again as Angelo walked closer to her, syringe in hand.

Their eyes connected and she could see sadness in them.

“You’re going to be okay,” Angelo said. “Hold her fucking still. I don’t want to hurt her.”

Hedda shook her head. She didn’t want to be relaxed. She wanted to feel something.

Before she knew it, Angelo carefully stuck the needle in her and gave her the medicine. She cried out and felt herself starting to relax.

“That should do it,” Angelo said.

Rogan slowly let go of her and she didn’t have any energy to go after him. What had Angelo given her? She didn’t have any control over her body.

“Position her in bed,” Angelo said. “She won’t be able to move for a couple of minutes. Then she’ll regain some of her mobility but will feel sluggish.”

“Good. I don’t want her hurting herself anymore,” Rogan said.

Rogan walked closer to her and moved her around the bed, placing the blanket on top of her.

“Comfortable?” Rogan asked.

She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to talk to Rogan right now. Not when he did this to her.

“Fine,” Rogan grumbled.

She heard him take several steps back and she finally opened her eyes. Angelo and Rogan were standing right next to each other.

“I’m going to start cleaning and bandaging your arms now,” Angelo said.

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