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Chapter 22

Ryan

We were officially married. I still couldn't believe it. Even though we didn't have rings, we had an official certificate. Marcus and I were smiling, and kept looking at each other with goofy grins on our faces. I was so damn lucky to have found him and that he also felt the same way about me.

I couldn't squeeze his hand or anything because I was currently laying down on a bed in the E.R. The doctor came back in the room with my x-rays. He put them on a light-box on the wall. "You don't have any broken ribs, which is good. Your ribs are probably bruised and will hurt up to a few weeks. The wrap should help make them feel better." He took that x-ray down and put up another one.

"You also don't have any broken bones or chips on your mandible or cheekbone. Swelling should go down in a few days and then you'll have a pretty colorful bruise." The doctor glanced over at Marcus, and then at me. "I'm going to need to ask Ryan some questions without you in the room."

I blinked at the doctor and turned to look at Marcus. Marcus's eyes were narrowed and he didn't look happy.

"I'm his husband. Why do you need me out of the room?"

"I need to ask Ryan some questions that I don't feel he would answer truthfully if you were in the room. It's a standard procedure when there are unusual cases."

Unusual cases my ass. He thought Marcus had done this to me! I turned back to look at the doctor.

"My dad and uncle did this to me. We were just in New York. The FBI was there and they took care of things after Marcus rescued me."

"I have the lead FBI agent's business card right here." Marcus handed the card over to the doctor. The doctor looked at us both.

"I'm going to need to verify this."

Then he looked at me and left the room. I turned to Marcus, who was glaring at the now closed door.

"If they were really worried that you gave me these injuries, why did they let you hang out with me in the E.R. for two hours?"

Marcus shook his head and looked back at me.

" I don't know. I guess it's good that the doctors are concerned about people and checking things out, but I can't tell you how mad that accusation made me."

I smiled at Marcus. I felt like I was sending the omega rights movement back into the fifties, but I loved this Neanderthal side of Marcus. I loved every freaking second of it.

The doctor and a few other people came in the room. "I'm sorry I doubted you, but I needed to check this out." He handed the card back to Marcus, who nodded. I smiled because I knew he was still mad.

"Putting your dislocated shoulder back in place is going to be pretty painful, so there's a few things we can do. We can give you a sedative which will require an anesthesiologist and a trip to the O.R. We could give you an anti-anxiety pill, which should make you feel good but won't really knock you out. Or we could give you some ibuprofen, which may or may not take the edge off. Which would you prefer?"

I chewed my bottom lip as I thought. I didn't want to do anything so prolonged as being sedated and being in the O.R., but I sure as hell wanted something more than ibuprofen. With the way my shoulder was hurting right now, putting it back was going to really hurt.

"I'll take the anti-anxiety pill." A nurse handed me a little container with the pill in it. I swallowed the pill with a glass of water.

"We'll be back in 30 minutes so the pill has had time to take effect." I nodded my head, as I got scared thinking of just moving my shoulder, let alone the pain of putting it back. The pill took effect pretty quickly, and before I knew what had happened, I woke up screaming.

"Your shoulder is back in place. We didn't wake you up because this would be easier to do with your muscles relaxed. The pain should be a lot better now that the shoulder is back in place. The nurse will get your discharge papers and instructions. Good luck."

That was not my favorite way to wake up, but at least it was done and over with.

I looked around, but didn't see Marcus. I tried to calm myself down just as Marcus walked through the door. I breathed a sigh of relief and held out my right arm. He came over and gave me a hug. "That was the hardest thing I had to do. Leaving you, standing out in the hallway and hearing you scream. I don't want to go through that again."

I didn't want to tell him that he'd have to go through that again when this baby was born. Actually, when this baby is born he had better be in the damn room with me.

The discharge took as long as you would expect, but finally we were done. They wheeled me out to the car and I fell asleep on the drive back to the airport.

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Marcus

We all slept on the way back to the city. I owed these guys so much. I could never repay them for their rescue, but for right now all I could do was give them a slap on the back and tell them I owed them. I tried to get Bill to go home, that we'd get back to the penthouse another way so he could rest, but he wouldn't hear of it. Bill drove us home.

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