Page 146 of Wicked Rockstar

“Yeah. You scared the shit out of me, Tris.” Peter collapsed next to me. “Fuck.”

“Jack lied to me.” I was going to kill him.

“Yup.” Peter rubbed at his forehead.

“How did Killian get hit in the head?” Had Jack also lied about him helping Judd? I slumped onto the worn fabric. Now that I knew he wasn’t dying, the adrenaline in my system was taking a nosedive.

He shrugged. “I don’t fucking know. Something about Judd.”

“I’m going to kill all three of them,” I seethed. Killian had promised he was done helping Judd. And Jack was at the top of my shitlist for the stunt he pulled. We were going to have a come-to-Jesus meeting whether they liked it or not.

“Uh,” Peter moved away from me looking wary, likely seeing the murderous intent in my eyes. “You okay, Tris?”

“Yup. Where’s my phone?” I had a call to make. “How far are we from the hospital?”

“A little less than ten,” Wendy responded.

Good. I planned to let Jack know exactly what I thought of him. And if Judd was there, he’d get a piece of my mind too.

We pulled up in front of the main entrance at the hospital. After I spoke to Jack, he admitted he was being a jerk and let me know that they’d already put Killian in a private room. He’d been getting too much attention as they passed through the emergency department.

“Are you coming?” I asked Peter as I exited the car.

He shook his head, a wry smile tilting the corners of his mouth. “I don’t think that’s the best idea. He won’t want to see me.”

I nodded. “At some point you two need to clear the air. You don’t need to be best friends again, but I need you two to be civil to each other. Okay?”

“I’ll do my best.”

I rolled my eyes. His half-ass response would have to do for now. It wasn’t my main priority at the moment. “Thanks for the ride, Wendy.”

“Not a problem. I hope Killian’s okay,” Wendy called from the driver’s seat.

I gave her a brief smile and waited for Peter to take the spot in the front. Then, I leaned in. “Thanks for helping me when I was losing my shit, Peter.”

He nodded. “We’re family, Tris. Don’t forget that.”

Without delay I turned and hurried inside the building toward the reception desk. Should I tell them I was his girlfriend? His wife?

My brain was still rattled. I knew Killian wasn’t exactly dying, but I needed to see him with my own eyes before I truly believed that.

Gaining access to his room was easier than I expected. Smee had already put me on the approved list. I needed to get that man a spa day for thinking two steps ahead and not making me fight with hospital administration to see Killian.

My hands shook. What if when I got there something reallywaswrong? That Killian had taken a turn for the worse?

I hated how my emotions were all over the place. I hated that Killian put himself in danger like this. And I hated that we’d just found each other and the threat that we might not have time to explore that relationship hung in the air.

The smell of antiseptic hit me as soon as I stepped out of the elevator. A mixture of worry for Killian and anger that he’d put himself in harm’s way warred within me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I’d see on the other side of his hospital room door.

What would I do if Killian was unconscious? Had swelling in his brain? If he never played music again after this? That last thought caused tears to burn in my eyes. Head injuries were serious. I rubbed a circle over my chest with my fist, hoping to ease some of the pain.

I approached the nurse’s station. “Hi, I’m here to see Killian Hook.”

A doctor in blue scrubs looked up from the paper he was jotting notes on. “I couldn’t help hearing that you’re here for Mr. Hook?”

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Yes, I’m Trissabelle Byrd, his girlfriend. How is he?” My voice cracked at the end.

The doctor’s expression softened slightly. “Mr. Hook is stable. He has a concussion and a broken wrist. The wrist is likely why he didn’t sustain further damage from the hit to his skull. He’s conscious, but is still a little disoriented.”

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