Page 5 of GAF Factor

“It’s helping me heal!” I argued. “Do you want me to heal? Do you want me out of this hospital?”

“You have no idea,” she seethed, shooting me a glare.

“Then let me play my music. I need it!” I snatched the phone, but she held tight, stuck in a tug-of-war with me. I felt the stitches pulling, but refused to let go. I’d rip them and bleed out before I gave in to this fascist dictator.

“Sir!”

“Lady!”

“Fox!”

We both stopped arguing and turned to the doorway where Eva stood beside a very annoyed Anna, along with Max and FNG hovering in the background.

Eva shook her head at me, walking further into the room. “Why are you harassing the nurse?”

I ducked my head, feeling like a five-year-old being scolded. “She won’t let me listen to my music.”

“I don’t care if you listen to your music. You cannot have it blaring at maximum volume and disturbing the other patients!”

Eva quirked an eyebrow at me, but it was the way Anna was looking at me that had me squirming in my bed. I knew that look. She was pissed as hell and doing everything in her power not to storm over and slam my head into the wall. I hadn’t exactly told her my plans before I took Cash hostage and knew I might possibly be ending my life.

“Fox,West Side Story? Really? Haven’t you seen enough violence over the last few days?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault. You told me to do it.”

“What?” Anna spun on Eva, glaring hard at her. “What did you do?”

“Ooh, I smell a catfight coming on,” Max chuckled. He strode over to the corner chair and kicked up his feet, followed quickly by FNG.

“Don’t just watch it,” FNG snapped.

“Thank you,” Eva smirked.

“We should take bets,” he continued. “I put my money on Anna.”

“Nah, my money is on Eva. Fox trained her,” Max argued.

The nurse glared at all of them. “This is a hospital. A place of rest and recovery. Not a cage match.”

I chuckled at that. “Yeah, this is the wrong group to tell that to. Ooh, do you have any Funyuns by chance?”

“Funyuns?” the nurse said incredulously.

“Tasty onion snack? Leaves a dusty coating on your fingers?” She continued to stare at me. “No?”

Pursing her lips, she turned to everyone else. “Talk to him.” She stormed out of the room, leaving me with two women who were equally pissed, but for different reasons.

“So…” I nodded. “Nice weather we’re having.”

Anna narrowed her eyes at me, storming forward. “Nice weather? That’s all you have to say after the ridiculous stunt you pulled?”

“Ridiculous is a harsh word.”

“I’d use it,” Max snorted.

“Is your name Rafe?” Anna snapped.

I frowned at her, uncertain of where she was going with this. “I don’t think so. I mean, last time I checked it wasn’t, but I did have a rather hard hit to the head. I suppose?—”

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