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I smile and nod at him. I don’t want him to see me hurt in case the doctor needs to do something about my injuries.
Liam sighs but gets up. “I’ll be right outside.”
The doctor watches him leave and gets up to close the door.
“Should I call someone?" he asks tightly.
I shake my head. “Look, I know what this looks like, but I was actually mugged. If it weren’t for Liam and the two other guys that came in when we did coming to save me, I don’t know what would have happened.”
He looks at me for a moment like he doesn’t believe me, but I stare him right back, and he backs down.
None of my men would ever hurt me.
He examines me, wiggling my nose around and making me gasp. “Did you reset it yourself?”
“I tried.” I’m not sure how good a job Sam did.
“You did a good job. There’s not much we can do except tape it and give you some anti-inflammatories for the pain and swelling.”
I nod. “I mostly just wanted to check on the baby.”
He smiles for the first time. “Baby’s fine. Looks healthy, strong heartbeat. But you need to make an appointment with an OB-GYN immediately.”
“Aye, I will.”
The doctor exits the room, closing the door behind him, and deep muffled voices sound from right outside the door.
I keep waiting for Liam to come back, but he doesn’t, and soon enough, a nurse comes in with discharge paperwork and some recommendations for doctors in the area.
I don’t know what good it will do. I have no idea what the future holds or where we’ll go, but I know we can’t stay here. Cormac might still be alive, and even if he’s not, he has a huge clan. All of them will be after us, and someone will take over for him.
By the time I walk out into the waiting room, Liam is pacing around.
I rush to him. “Any news?”
“They both made it through the surgery. Cill had no complications, but they had to remove a lobe of Dare’s liver. He’s going to be okay.”
“Thank God.” I burst into tears, and Liam takes me into his arms, and we stand there for a long time.
A nurse comes out and calls for us.
“You can see them now, but they’ll be groggy.”
I don’t care. I don’t care what shape they’re in as long as they are alive, I just need to see them.
We requested them to be put in a private room together through their recovery.
I don’t know what the plan is now, but as soon as I can get all three of them together, I’ll try my best to convince them that I love all three of them, and that I want them more than anything.
I just hope they feel the same.
Chapter Fifty-One
DARE
I haveterrible dreams about blood and iron, knives flashing at me, gunshots whizzing by my head. Then I dream of Isla, her looking up at me, the way I’d been so angry with her, pushed her away.
“Need to tell you I’m sorry,a ghrá.”
