Page 151 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“I’m Grif’s head alpha.” It was hard not to rush him and shake the answers out of him. Was she okay? I’d be gutted if she wasn’t.
“I’m her sister, you can tell us.” Mercy joined me, look no-nonsense. “Mercy Thorne.”
“Please tell us.” Dean put his arms around my waist, voice a near-whine.
The doctor’s look softened as he checked his tablet. “Mercy Thorne, sister, and one of her emergency contacts. As long as it’s okay for me to talk about your sister with them present.”
Mercy nodded. “Please do.”
“She was lucky. So lucky. The small bullet went clear through her shoulder, so there’s not nearly as much damage as there could have been,” he told us. “We stitched her up. She’ll want some rehab.”
Verity was still going to PT for her stroke, so a little more wouldn’t hurt. Thank goodness it wasn’t more serious.
“We’re going to run a few tests because it seems like she hit her head pretty hard when she fell. Then we’ll admit her for observation. She’s a young and healthy alpha, so I’m sure she’s hardy and will heal fast,” the doctor told us.
A day or two of observation? We could deal with that.
“Is she conscious?” I asked.
“She’s asking for Grif,” he told us, looking around as if it would make him magically appear.
“You know she had a stroke, right?” Mercy gave him a look. “Also, the medicines she can’t have?”
The doctor gave her an indulgent look. “It’s all in her file. She’ll be fine and you’ll see her soon.”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Grif trembled against AJ as we sat in the pack-sized room in critical care.
Well, we sat. Dean snuggled against Verity in the hospital bed. There was food on the table that some of the Knights had brought.
The monitors beeped, as Verity lay in a deep medicated sleep, after having a bad reaction to something they gave her. One moment she’d been with Grif after finishing some tests, the next moment she hadn’t been okay.
Life was so fragile.
“She’ll be fine. They stabilized her, she’ll sleep it off, and be okay,” I reassured Grif. “Her scans all look great, just a little concussion. She’ll be okay.”
I kept telling them that, willing it to be true.
Grif was taking this hard, and I was afraid he’d spiral because of it.
“Dude, I can’t believe Verity took a bullet for someone.” Hale, looking like trouble in cowboy boots, sauntered in like he had no cares, holding a box of pizza and a bundle of balloons.
“She took it for her mate, you moron.” Mercy ran at her brother and hugged him, causing him to nearly drop the box.
He looked over at Verity. “She’ll be okay, right? Did they catch the asshole?”
“Yeah. One of the hockey players literally chased after her and brought her to the police over his shoulder, kicking and screaming. Oooh, pizza? Thanks.” Mercy took the box. “Cute balloons, wow.”
“Oh, it wasn’t us.” Dare joined him. His pants looked like they’d fall off his ass and I’d never heard of the band on his shirt.
Hale opened the box and took a slice. “It was your friends in the lobby.”
“Well, that was nice. It smells good.” Dean crawled off the bed and got a piece.
“Where’s Grace?” I looked around, fully expecting her to storm in and ask me why I let her sister get hurt.
“At a conference in France. I sort of haven’t told her yet because I’m not feeling a Grace tornado right now. I’ll tell her in the morning. Creed offered to come, but I told him to stay in Rockland and send these fuckers instead.” Mercy shrugged, tying the balloons to a vase of flowers someone had already brought.
Dare looked over at her. “She’ll be okay?”
