Page 103 of Primal God

“Will I be able to drive?”

“You should be able to as long as you don’t plan on gripping the steering wheel.” She looks at me over her glasses. “You can move it, but don’t use it.”

Well, that makes zero sense, but I nod because she’s kind of intense. I can always ask Dimitri for clarification when we get home.

“Okay, that’s everything. Let’s get you in a wheelchair.”

“Do you know who’s taking me home?”

Dimitri peeks his head around the corner. “I am.”

I smile. “Oh.”

He walks next to the wheelchair as we make our way outside. He helps me in before rounding the car. The nurse shoves the paperwork at me, and I put it between the seat and center console. I smile at her, about to thank her, but she closes the door before I get a chance. Rude! She should take some notes from my pre-op nurse.

Dimitri starts the car. I’m shocked to see that it’s nearly one in the afternoon.

“I thought the case was only an hour?”

He glances at me as we leave. “It was.”

“Then how is it already afternoon?”

“It took a while to get you in the OR and then you kept wanting to sleep in the recovery area.”

Suddenly, hints of Dr. Barnett laughing as he stood over me dances across my mind.

“Did I, uh, say anything embarrassing when I woke up?”

“Not at all.”

But there’s a small smile on his lips that makes me think otherwise.

“You’d tell me though, right?”

His hand covers mine. “Just relax, Lilith.”

I sigh, leaning back in the chair. I must doze off because the next time I blink, we’re leaving the drive-thru of a pharmacy.

“I hope I wasn’t snoring.”

He grins. “Only a little, but it’s very common after anesthesia.”

“Uh huh.”

We finally arrive at the house and Dimitri pulls into the garage. He rounds the car to help me out. Inside, the lights are off and it’s quiet. Too quiet.

“Where are the kids?”

“Brooks and Hannah took them to their place. They’re going to keep them tonight so you can rest.”

I groan, and he’s immediately on alert.

“Are you in pain?”

“No. Just wondering how in the heck I’m going to take care of the kids with this.” I lift my wrapped arm a little, as if he can’t see it on his own.

He leads me to the living room, pointing at the couch. “We’re not going to worry about that. Right now, we’re going to take a nap.”

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