Page 104 of Players and Pages
“No,” I whispered in horror, tears welling in my eyes. I tried to feel through the bond but it was empty. “Please.”
“They’re alive, son,” Pop said as he squeezed my shoulder. “Not out of the woods, but alive.”
“Dani?”
“She’s under sedation. She got the brunt of it from what the officers and fire marshall explained,” dad answered. “Burns on her legs, but pretty bad damage to her throat and lungs. The CO levels were insane and they were worried it might have lasting damage on you all.”
“Henry,” I said, shaking my head. “He did this.”
My monitor started beeping as my heart rate picked up. That was enough for the staff to burst in. They looked just as relieved as my parents did as they swept into the room.
“Good to see you with us, Mr. King. I’m Dr. Abrams," a man in a white coat said. He was bald and had kind eyes. The type of eyes that burned with empathy.
“How are they?”
“Let’s make sure you’re alright first—” he started but I cut him off.
“Is my omega awake?”
He sighed, but met my gaze head on. “No, unfortunately. We’ve done as much as we can to help ease the pain and promote healing, but sleep is currently what her body needs.”
“And my son?” Mom asked. Her dark blue eyes, the one that matched mine, pleaded with him to give her good news.
“You and the other two alphas were lucky,” he said. “The door was closed until they rescued you, meaning the damage was far more minimal. You’ll recover but there has been some minor damage to your throat and lungs. We’ll talk treatment plans but for now I need you to rest, Mr. King.”
I wanted to argue but my dad’s hand squeezed my shoulder, warning in his eyes. “We’ll make sure everyone is checked on. Trust us. You can’t help her if you make things worse.”
He had me there, but my alpha was unsettled. Demanding I get up and seek her out.
“Someone better wheel me in there. She needs her pack,” I said firmly. The doctor sighed, but nodded. “I don’t care the cost, get us a room big enough for the pack. We should be together.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said, though he didn’t look happy.
“I’ve got it,” Pop said, following him out of the room. Knowing my dad, he’d have us in a room within the hour.
I rested back, letting my family support me in the moment.
“What happened? Who is Henry?”
I looked down at Mom’s hand in mine before giving it a squeeze. Her presence was always a calming balm to my anger.
“Thanks for coming, Mom,” I said instead. Tears welled in her eyes again and she sniffled.
“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner, but this won’t be one off. I think it’s time for me to start living again. Being closer to my baby and maybe some fresh country air is just what I need,” she said, giving Dad a look. He just smiled indulgently and nodded. “Plus, I need to meet this strong omega of yours.”
“She’s perfect,” I found myself saying as I laid back. “But he’s trying to take her from us.”
Then the story spilled out of me. The words flowing so easily now that I’d relaxed, commenting on every single thing Henry had done and the scope of the damage he’d caused.
Something beeped and I looked over to see that Dad had stopped a recording app. I raised a brow but he just shrugged.
“I’ll get this to the cops. They’ve been waiting to get in and ask questions, now you don’t have to repeat it. Though, I can’t promise they won’t ask a few more questions," he said as he gave me a nod and walked out to give them my statement.
Now I was even more glad I’d spoken up.
“Take another drink, sweetie,” Mom offered, holding the straw to my lips again. This time I drank again, the pain less now that the nurses had come in to give me my next round of meds. Whatever it was had me feeling a bit like I was floating and the pain was fading bit by bit.
“Get some rest. When you wake up we’ll have you where you belong,” she promised.
