Page 115 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“For the moment I have it sorted.” Which was why I was still in the car.
The Maimers had an away game but weren’t staying over. I’d called Rusty’s omega out of desperation, who assured me that Mercy could stay with them tonight. They’d make sure my sister got to practice in the morning.
“Okay. Let me know the moment you need help. I think it might be time to tell Grace,” Creed added. He’d been watching the game with his roommates.
“Already did. I needed advice. Anyhow, I need to go. Love you.”
“Love you.” He ended the call.
My phone buzzed.
AJ
Where are you? They’re moving him to room 305.
Me
Getting Mercy sorted. On my way.
Others had texted, but I didn’t have the energy to deal with them. I sent Mercy a text updating her about what was happening, so she didn’t worry.
Grif. A sob escaped my lips as I leaned on the steering wheel, allowing myself a moment to fall apart.
He’ll be okay.
He had to be.
Jonas assured me that his collapse might not be bad. Yet all I could think of was I collapsed due to a stroke and how awful that was.
How it could have been so much worse.
No. Happy thoughts. Grif would be fine. Maybe he did eat too much cake.
Wiping my eyes, I grabbed my crutch and purse, and made my way up to the third floor.Critical Care.Tears pricked my eyes. I walked past the nurse’s station looking for his room–or the guys.
“Can I help you?” a woman in scrubs said from behind the station. The beta had a pinched face and a permanent sneer.
“Just going to 305.” I texted AJ.
“I need you to sign in. Not everyonecan enter,” she snarked.
“Absolutely. I’m here for 305.” I showed her my ID.
She typed on her computer and looked at my ID. Her look twisted into an accusing snigger. “You’re not his pack. I can’t let you in.”
“I’m one of his emergency contacts.” We’d added each other as emergency contacts specifically for this sort of situation.
“I see that. His pack’s here, so there’s no need for you. Go on now, before I call security.” She looked me up and down like I was worthless.
“I’m his emergency contact. He’s myboyfriend.” I made my voice hard. The itch to get to Grif, to hold his hand and make sure he was okay, buried under my skin. This woman was keeping me from him, and I struggled to keep my alpha in check.
“Don’t even try to bark me because it’s illegal to bark hospital employees. I’m calling security.” She picked up her phone.
“Well, don’t let little old me stop you from doing your job.” I strode past her, holding my head high. I was pretty sure I had a right to be with him and she was making things up.
“You can’t go back there,” she sputtered.
“Bless your heart.” Giving her a sunny smile, I didn’t stop. No one was keeping me from him.
