Page 67 of Troublemaker
“Alright.” He cleared his throat. “Lucy, do you feel safe in your relationship?”
That was easy. “Safer than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.”
The doctor nodded.
“Now, can you let him back in? I want him with me,” I told the doctor, and he went to open the door.
Blake stormed back into the room, stopping as soon as he saw me.
“I’m fine,” I told him immediately to calm him, still unable to come to terms with the fact that Blake could lose his cool, much less that I could calm him down.
“I don’t like leaving you alone,” he explained, and then waited as the doctor gently checked over my wrist. He declared it sprained, fitted me for a brace, and wrote me a prescription for pain medication, telling me I couldn’t take them until I sobered up tomorrow.
“What about potential alcohol poisoning?” Blake asked, clearly still worried.
The doctor laughed. “She seems completely coherent to me. Drink water, Lucy, you’re going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow, but I think you’ll otherwise be alright. You’re clearly in good hands.”
With that, he left the room, and me alone with Blake.
“Can I go home?” I asked him, suddenly exhausted.
His eyes went dark.
“We’re not going all the way back to Gehenom tonight. I rented us a last-minute Airbnb, we’ll stay there for the night.”
That sounded good to me. I let Blake lead me out of the hospital and back to his car.
“How did you even get to me?” I asked him.
“Mason gave me a ride.”
Whoops.
“It’s okay,” Blake said to my unanswered question. “Let’s just get you to the cabin and in bed, we’ll deal with the rest in the morning.”
Dealing with the rest in the morning sounded good to me.
Especially because I fell asleep to Blake buckling my seat belt in his car.
27
LUCY
Oh god.
Everything fucking hurt.
My head, my body…my left wrist.
I opened my eyes to the room swimming in front of me. I blinked, and everything straightened out.
Coach sat in a chair facing me in an unfamiliar bedroom.
Where was I?
I glanced down at the brace around my wrist.
Oh, right.
