Page 59 of River & Crown
Location?
Me:
Briar Ridge Medical Center
Emersyn:
A fucking hospital, Killian?
Me:
I'll explain later. Just have everything in order.
Emersyn:
Consider it done.
"I need you to clear this entire floor." I swiped out of the text thread and pushed my phone back into my pocket.
"Sir, we can't?—"
"I don't care. All I want is to hear an announcement stating the floor is to be cleared. River shouldn’t have been placed in a room with a man. They might've come in together, but the minute her husband showed up, Kysre should have been moved."
"Kysre isn't a man."
"What?"
"Kysre is a woman."
"A woman named Kysre?"
"Same thing I said. It's not spelled the normal way, though." She chuckled as if I would also find humor in her stupidity.
"That's funny to you?"
"Uh... no... I was just... uh, saying that... never mind. River is in room 404. Please do your best to keep your animals?—"
"Grim and Ghost," I corrected her before she went any further and suffered the same consequence as the officer who called them mutts.
"I'm so sorry. Please do your best to keep Grim and Ghost at your side."
"Does it seem as though I don't have control over Grim and Ghost?"
"No, but?—"
"Make the announcement about clearing the floor. The only two patients who can stay are River and Kysre."
At the mention of Kysre's name, Ghost took off running. The nurse in front of me smirked until I grimaced in her direction. Nervously, she scuffled with a few folders, then quickly moved from behind the desk. Shaking my head, Grim and I leisurely strolled in the direction Ghost took off in. Ghost rushed into the exact room where River and Kysre were, I whispered for Grim to sit, then moved to the opposite side of the open door. The commotion in the room wasn't loud, but the tension was palpable even from outside. I listened as Crown tried to explain what would happen if someone named Kyree shot my fucking dog.
I chuckled, entering the room, "No, you crimson burning bitch, it's a muthafuckin' promise."
Behind me, Grim stepped into the room, growling to make his presence known.
"Kill Ghost, and I'll feed your sister to Grim. I'll make you watch, tears falling from those pretty hazel eyes, snot crustingat the rim of your nose. Your throat will dry, making your voice too hoarse to plead for Kysre's life. Then her bones will sever beneath his teeth, chilling your skin. You'll be repulsed and want to look away, but I'll be sure to staple your eyes open. Then it'll be your turn because the least I can do is reunite the two of you in death."
At the sound of my voice, Ghost lifted his head to look in my direction, then laid his head back on Kysre's stomach. His ears were tilted slightly back, still alert but seemingly bored with whatever me and the bitch with the gun had going on.
"Nigga, did you have to be so fucking graphic?" Crown questioned, shaking his head.
