Page 25 of Lost
“That’s fair,” he agrees. “I think Hollis would like it if you stayed.”
Nodding, I glance at the door as two silent alphas take up their posts on either side. I really do love the silent treatment. I didn’t realize that being told I would be spending more time with them would mean this.
Dr. Royal comes inside with supplies, and puts them on a sterile tray before wheeling over the cart.
“Here we go,” he grunts, picking up one of Hollis’ hands and quickly pulling it back into place.
My eyes widen as Hollis shudders but doesn’t wake up. Fuck. She really does have a high tolerance for pain.
Dr. Royal splints each finger as he sets them, and I find tears falling as I hear her distress.
“I know, I’m so sorry,” he whispers as he continues.
“God, you could at least give her something for this,” Remy says in disgust as he rubs Hollis’s forehead and purrs for her.
I think that’s the only thing that’s helping her stay asleep because she’s whining in pain.
“What the fuck is going on in there?” Lars growls, looking inside.
“He’s setting her broken fingers,” I say, my voice thick with shared pain. I swear, my fingers twinge in solidarity.
Being a twin is really weird. It makes me wonder if the migraine I had in October belonged to Hollis. If she survives those regularly, then she has to have a high tolerance for pain.
“I’ll give her something when I set her toes,” Dr. Royal says softly. “Shit, I was really hoping she’d wake up.”
“Are you experimenting on Hollis?” Lars asks angrily.
“No, not at all. I need her awake to run some tests,” Dr. Royal says tiredly. “Be helpful, Lars, and get me a nurse.”
The alpha mutters under his breath but stomps out of the room.
“What are you really worried about?” I ask. Dr. Royal doesn’t seem like someone who causes his patients pain without a reason.
“She’s been unconscious for about an hour, right?”
“Yes,” Remy confirms. “She passed out at the house. I imagine that the pain, trauma, and lack of care was the reason for it.”
“I worry about the marks on her neck, possibility of damage to her trachea, etc. I’ll let her sleep and get her hooked up to monitors,” Dr. Royal says. “I didn’t want to immediately do it in case she fought me. Fuck, I’d almost rather she fight me at this point.”
“Dr. Royal?” a nurse asks, poking her head into the room. “You called for me?”
“I want to set up an IV please, and need to also push pain medication,” he says. Dr. Royal explains what to bring him exactly before pulling the rest of his materials closer to him.
The nurse and he get her set up with an IV, and my eyes watch them closely. I know they’re more than capable of doing their jobs, but I still hate that he put her through this pain.
Twenty minutes later, the rest of her bones are set, and Dr. Royal reassures us that she didn’t break anything else despite the bruising along her sides.
“Can I start getting the blood off her?” I ask, my fingers itching to do something.
“I can help,” Remy says, his eyes moving over Hollis worriedly.
“I got it,” I promise. “Go update the guys.”
Dr. Royal and I exchange a glance and he nods as he picks up a towel and a change of clothes to place near me.
“If you find anything, let me know,” he says quietly.
I feel sick, because I know he’s asking about rape. I nod numbly, watching as they leave and close the door. The blinds are all pulled shut so it’s just me and the sister I’ve never met before but am going to check for signs of rape.
