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“I’m worried more about what this means for the pack—and Evan.” I took out his plate and put it on the table, then began cleaning up.
Jett refilled his coffee and sat down. “I’m worried more about Wes. But I know you have our best interests at heart, Honey.”
I kissed Jett. I’d do anything to protect my family. Right now, I needed to do for Wes what I refused to do for myself when Caroline showed up.
Chapter Thirteen
Grace
“Can I see Wesnow?” I asked, as the nurse wheeled me from the strange MRI I’d had. Exhaustion pressed down on me. I still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened other than I’d had a couple of seizures and was in the hospital.
Part of me really wanted Wes, though so far I hadn’t seen Wes–or Evan. However, Ihadbriefly talked to a detective anda hospital social worker. Knowing I wouldn’t get put on a psych hold for mentioning Fade or alphas was a relief. But I was still afraid, not that I’d slip and mention parallel worlds, but that my lack of records or knowledge of their world might make the doctors suspicious. If everything seemed a little off to me, I might seem a little off to them.
“You need to rest. I think someone went to get your things,” the stern nurse told me as she brought me to a room upstairs.
Things? I nodded. I’d been trying to say as little as possible. Except when that male detective and the hospital social worker tried to imply that Wes hurt me. That I shut down.
Fortunately, the nurse hadn’t let either of them talk to me for long. The detective had no updates. What if they found nothing?
What if they did?
Not to mention, I was here in Wes’ world, with the man I’d dreamed of for seven years. I felt so many things about this.
Too bad my brain wasn’t cooperating. My fingers itched to write equations I couldn’t quite remember and figure all this out.
We arrived in a private room that felt more like a hotel than a hospital. She hooked me up to some monitors as I sat on the rather large hospital bed.
I wouldn’t blame Wes if he left me here. After all, I wasn’t his problem, and I didn’t want to mess up the life he’d built.
If this was weird for me, what was it like for him?
Brennan’s reaction worried me. That guy had some issues. He also reeked of privileged asshole–the kind that could cause problems.
There was a knock on the door. “Peaches?”
Evan came in with a duffle bag and some balloons attached to a little bear.
“Evan.” It was nice to seesomeone–and he looked happy to see me.
The nurse gave him a look. “Excuse me, you are?”
“I’m Evan, her omega.” Evan showed her the sticker on his shirt and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Roll with it,” he whispered, putting the balloon bear on the nightstand.
“Those are so pretty. Thank you.” The gesture overwhelmed me. I looked around. “Where’s Wes?”
“Hopefully, he’ll be here soon. I brought your things.” Evan took stuff out of the duffle bag. “We were so worried, we even forgot to put shoes on you.” He bent down and put fuzzy sage-green slippers with little pom-poms on my feet.
They’d been bare, but someone had given me socks.
“Thanks.” They were so soft and plush.
Evan added a couple of chenille pillows to the bed and wrapped a matching blanket around me–all the same shade of green.
The nurse finished up and gave us a look. “You can stay, but let her rest.”
“Promise.” He kicked off his shoes and got on the bed with me, covering us with another soft and fluffy blanket.
I snuggled into him, desperately needing that reassurance. “Hi.”
