Page 74 of Inked Devotion

“My phone,” I muttered, remembering that I had put him in as my emergency contact in my phone a while ago just in case I had been in an accident. Like this.

“Benjamin,” I said quickly, trying to get up from the bed.

The lights nearly blinded me, and everything ached, but Beckett reached out and gripped my hand. “He’s in the room next door. He should be fine.”

“Should?” I asked, not crying because I couldn’t, couldn’t do anything. The shock was too real. But everything ached.

“The rest of the family’s with him. Mom and Dad too. Archer and I were in here with you.”

“What happened?”

“We’re not sure, but it looks like a car jumped the median and hit you guys nearly head-on. You weren’t going that fast, and even in the rain, you guys were driving safely. It hit you, and the truck’s totaled.”

“I’m so scared. And they won’t tell you about the baby?” My hands went to my stomach, and I held back a sob. I needed to be strong, but all I wanted to do was break.

Beckett shook his head. “No, I don’t know anything about what’s going on, only that I’m here with you. No matter what.”

“I need to see Benjamin,” I whispered.

I needed to tell him that I was sorry for overreacting, for being so scared that I had almost lost everything.

“We’ll make that happen. You should rest. We can talk later.”

“I need to talk to him now. I need him to know.”

I needed to tell him that I loved him. I didn’t want to tell Beckett that. Beckett didn’t need to be the first person to hear those words.

“We’ll get him in here, I promise. Just breathe. You need to take care of yourself.”

“The doctor’s on his way,” Archer said, out of breath. “I’m just glad that you’re okay. Well, you know.”

We didn’t know, and that was the problem.

Archer looked between Beckett and me, and nodded tightly, then headed back out, though I wasn’t sure exactly why.

“I’m so sorry,” Beckett whispered.

I frowned, looking up at him, my head aching.

“If I hadn’t been such a guilty asshole for treating you the way that I did the past few months, I wouldn’t feel like I’m one of the reasons that you and Benjamin keep fighting.”

“That’s not it. I promise you. Benjamin and I have our own issues, but in reality, they have nothing to do with you. I promise.”

“I just want you to know that I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I sighed. “Just not like that.”

Beckett reached for my hand, squeezed it slightly, then looked up and froze. I followed his gaze and blinked.

Benjamin stood in the doorway, in a hospital gown, a bloody bandage on his forehead, and an IV sticking out of his arm as he leaned against the IV pole.

“What the fuck are you doing out of bed?” Beckett growled.

“I needed to see. I needed to make sure she was okay.”

“Fuck, come sit down.”

“I don’t think I can move right now. They kind of pumped me up with a lot of drugs.”

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