Page 63 of Falling for You

Twenty minutes later, Ezra and I run into the ER. The nurse on the desk looks up, and her eyes widen when she sees us and she stutters, “You-you, you’re Taylor Evans and Ezra Johnson…” before she licks her bottom lip.

“Penelope Vine!” I demand, ignoring the lust she’s radiating, and her mouth parts in shock. “What room is she in?!” I demand when she doesn’t say anything back.

The nurse clears her throat and states, “I’m sorry, but only family members can go to the room, but you can stay here with me if you like…”

Ezra snorts, and my anger heightens. I open my mouth to curse up a storm, but before I can shout at this woman, I hear my dad say, “Son,” And I look to my right to see him walking my way, holding Hudson.

“Fuck,” I breathe and rush over to them, and Hudson squeezes his fists as soon as he notices me, squirming in my dad’s arms. I take him instantly and hold him tight as I press my nose against his head.

“He’s okay,” my dad confirms, and I look at him and ask, “Penelope?” At this point, I’m trying my fucking hardest not to fall apart right now.

“Also, okay. She’s in room five, but son…,” My dad starts, but I don’t let him finish as I rush over to where the number five is on top of the cubicle.

“You were lucky, Pen,” I hear a male voice when I get close, and I narrow my eyes when she replies, “I know Doctor James.”

Fucking Doctor Pretty Boy James….

Jealousy eats at me knowing he’s in there with her alone and I move the curtain, but he’s soon forgotten, and rage fills me whenI lock on my girl’s body and see Doctor Pretty Boy finishing stitching up her fucking arm, a gash going from her shoulder to her elbow.

“Well, it’s about time you got here,” Pen says light-heartedly, and the fucker begins to wrap her arm, but I don’t soften.

She’s fucking hurt to the point she needs stitches!

Hudson begins to fuss, and I know he’s picking up on my emotions, so I gently bounce him in my arms as I take in the marks on my girl’s body.

Bruise to her cheek, split lip, gash down her arm and her knuckles are cut.

“Taylor…,” She whispers, and we lock eyes.

“Dad, can you take Hudson, please?” I say, not taking my eyes off my girl and I feel Huddy being lifted from my arms. Once he’s safe with my dad, I move into the room and pick my girl's hand up, inspecting her knuckles.

“I punched her in the face twice,” Pen admits, and I nod but don’t say anything.

I knew Elena was unhinged, but this is, fuck, it’s insane. Breaking into my home, something she shouldn’t have been able to do, then attacking my girl, and why, because I didn’t want her?

How in the fuck did this even happen?

“She got in with movers,” my dad says, answering my silent question. “She trashed your apartment, smashed all your photos, and tried taking Penelope’s jewelry. She wanted to try and make it look like Pen did it,” he continues.

“She was delusional and actually thought you’d believe it, and I may have mouthed off to her, which caused her to attack. When she shoved me, I went flying into the console under the TV, which was what cut my arm,” Pen rasps as she turns her hand over and links our fingers together, but I still don’t calm down, my rage building and building.

“Son, she’s going down for breaking and entering, vandalism and assault. I’m ensuring she’ll get the book thrown at her, and I’ll also make sure all the threats she sent some of her clients come out as well,” my dad reassures.

I still don’t say anything, and Doctor Pretty is wisely keeping quiet.

Pen believes he chooses her as his nurse because she doesn’t flirt with him like all the other female employees. The truth is he fucking likes her because she doesn’t want him, and I’m ready to knock the fucker out.

Everyone normally wants something they can’t have, and he wants her, but it’s never going to happen, and it’s time he realizes that.

“Is she ready to leave?” I ask, not looking up, only focusing on her fingers gripping mine.

If that fucker gives her a certain look, I’ll snap.

A throat clears before the doctor says, “Uh, yes, she can leave, but I’ll be putting her on sick leave for two weeks to recuperate.”

I nod, and thankfully, my girl doesn’t try to fight him.

“Son, your place is a wreck. I have people cleaning it, but maybe you should stay at ours tonight,” my dad says.

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