Page 36 of Scar

“I know, don’t worry. We will take care of you,” she says with a gentle squeeze on my shoulder. “Go on!” she yells at Scar. “You need to be there.”

I look back at Scar, but he pauses, just watching me, so I give him a reassuring nod that I’m okay and he can go. He watches me for a long moment before he turns and leaves. I mean, I’m sure I am okay. Hell, I have no idea.

It’s then that I realise I recognise her voice. “Chic Couture,” I breathe.

She smiles and nods before opening a door to a small room. Inside there is a hospital type bed, a tray with medical supplies on, and a small woman with black bobbed hair pulling on a pair of surgical gloves.

My feet stop immediately, my body freezing.

“It’s okay, this is Dixie. She is a qualified nurse. Scar asked her to take a look at the cut on your neck as it won’t stop bleeding,” Star informs me, keeping her voice calm and soothing as she speaks. “I will get one of the Prospects to get you a drink. What do you want?” she asks.

“Gin and tonic,” I blurt out, thinking I could down one about now to calm my nerves. Star nods and briefly sticks her head out the door, speaking to someone before she then comes to stand at my side as I perch myself on the bed.

“I’m going to just clean the area, and then take a batter look at what we’ve got,” Dixie says. I tilt my head back and let her clean my neck. “Okay, I’m thinking I will need to stitch this. It’s not very deep, because well, if it was deep, you wouldn’t be sat here now, but it is a long cut across your neck, which is why it keeps breeding,” she says with a nod.

“Breeding?” I repeat, a confused frown on my face.

Her cheeks turn a little pink. “I sometimes say the wrong word. It’s no big deal. It’s just a thing that I do,” she says, shrugging.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I apologise.

“Don’t apologise. How could you know?” Star asks with a shrug. “Dixie’s little wrong word issue actually makes conversations a whole lot more fun,” Star states as she squeezes Dixie’s shoulder.

“Okay, if you could lay back and tilt your shin up a little,” she instructs. I smile at her misused word and lay back, tilting my chin back.

She’s about to start the stitches when there’s a knock at the door and a huge guy enters, carrying my gin and tonic. “Sorry, here is the drink.”

Star takes it. “Thanks Tiny.” He nods and closes the door behind him as Star hands me the drink. “You may want to knock some back before she starts,” she suggests. Before she can say anything else, I glug the drink back and then hand her back the empty glass. “I will get you another.” She smirks.

“Thanks, and I think that was a double,” I wheeze, feeling the warmth from the alcohol trickle through my body. In no time at all, Star is placing another full glass of gin and tonic in my hand. I knock that back as Dixie pauses patiently. “Okay, I’m good.” I nod, feeling a little more relaxed with two very strong gins flowing through my veins.

Dixie begins and fuck me it hurts. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip the sheet beneath me tightly in my fists. A hand prises my fingers open, and I peel my eyes open to see Star smiling at me, holding my hand comfortingly in hers. I exhale a breath as Dixie continues.

“You know, the guys always act tough, but I’ve seen them in here getting stitches done, and I swear they look like they want to whimper like a little baby,” Star snorts.

“Well, I’m going to look like Frankenstein after this,” I mumble, being careful not to move too much.

“You will look like a freaking sexy as fuck Frankenstein,” Star states.

The door opens and Tiny brings in another drink for me. “Thank you,” I tell him. He nods and quickly retreats back out the door. Star holds the drink for me while Dixie finishes off. “Is he really called Tiny?” I ask. I hadn’t noticed, but this time he had put a straw in. Star lets go of my hand and as she holds the glass in one hand and the straw in the other, she holds it to my mouth as I take a long suck.

Star smiles down at me. “He is,” she answers.

“The man is enormous,” I state.

“He is,” she agrees.

Dixie soon finishes, placing a large dressing over it. Star helps me sit up and my head spins a little from the gin. I let out a giggle. “Oops.”

“Okay, so you need to shower, but you can’t get your stitches wet. Are you okay with someone helping you?” Dixie asks.

I shrug, feeling the buzz of the alcohol now in full effect. “I will help her. Dixie, you want to Drop Queenie a message and see if she can rustle something up?” Dixie nods as Star links her arm with mine and leads me to a room down the hall. It’s a plain room, not much in it. I close my eyes and breathe it in, knowing exactly who sleeps here.

“Scar’s room.” I smile.

Star smirks as she walks over to the draws and pulls out one of his T-shirts. “It is. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Star says as she ushers me into the bathroom. I discard my clothes, not feeling at all self-conscious, which is definitely down to the gin. Star holds the shower head, keeping it away from my neck as she hands me Scar’s shower gel.

As I wash my body, the water runs red at my feet. I blink and instantly look away.

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