Page 103 of Savage Scream

“You really ok?” he asks, and again I frown.

“What happened? Why am I restrained?” My voice is still husky and scratchy, but it seems to be working better now.

Closing the distance between us, Jared reaches for my wrist and starts unbuckling the restraint.

“Bianca managed to stab you with a massive fucking shard of glass. You passed out from blood loss.” Jared stills his hands for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut before shaking himself out of his memory. “You had to have a blood transfusion and surgery, but they patched you up.” As my wrist slips free of the strap, Jared’s eyes meet mine. “But when you woke up, you…”

I frown as he drops his gaze and slowly rounds the bed to work on the strap at my other wrist.

“What happened when I woke up?” I ask, and he avoids my eyes as he works on the strap.

“You weren’t yourself.”

His words are quiet, and my heart sinks, understanding exactly what he’s talking about.

“Did I…” When his blue gaze darts up, I swallow the lump in my throat and continue. “Did I hurt anyone?”

Jared doesn’t say anything, and that alone tells me everything I need to know.

“Shit,” I whisper. “Who? How many? What did I do?”

Freeing my other wrist, Jared avoids my eyes again, and he steps to the end of the bed, tugging the sheet out of its neat hospital corners, and folds it back to reveal my restrained ankles.

“Jared?” I ask again, and he sighs.

“Just a nurse. You clawed her pretty good. She’s got some deep scratches that are still healing.”

“Oh,” I whisper, heat pricking the backs of my eyes as shame sweeps over me.

I may enjoy hacking into my victims, but I don’t like hurting innocent people.

“Hey,” Jared croons, his big hand wrapping around my foot and rubbing it. “It’s ok, Dee. No one blames you. It’s not your fault.”

He’s right, I know. I wasn’t in the right headspace when I did it, obviously, but still, I did it regardless.

Slowly pushing myself to sit upright, I feel Jared’s eyes on me as I shuffle down the bed a little, trying to get to my ankles so I can free them faster.

“Stay there, Dee. I’ll do it,” he offers, but I ignore him, still shuffling down the bed.

That is, until I feel something weird under the blankets, between my legs, and I still, eyes going wide.

“What?” Jared asks, freeing one ankle. “What’s wrong?”

“Uhhh…” I glance down at my lap, unsure what to say, and Jared’s chuckle meets my ears.

“You wondering what’s between your legs?”

My eyes dart up to meet his amused expression, and I nod.

“You have a catheter in. Better that than you pissing the bed.” He grins and starts working on the last restraint.

“How long have I been here? What day is it?” It must have been a while if I needed a catheter.

Finally freeing my second ankle, Jared gives the skin there a rub as he meets my eyes.

“It’s Tuesday. You’ve been here for four days.”

My mouth drops open at his words. “What?”

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