Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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Jonah and Blaze walked into the hospital at just about the same time. I stood from the chair I was sitting in. I hadn’t heard anything really useful, but she was currently having a scan done to check for swelling in the back of her head.
“Let me make something clear to the both of you,” I snarled, keeping my voice down. I’d been stewing over this since Montana had confessed to me how she was feeling, and now, I was losing it. I had no idea if the stress of her feelings for them had caused this, and it was pissing me off. “My little sister is struggling enough as it is. This fucking baby hasn’t made shit any easier for her. So, the two of you had better get your shit together and figure out this clusterfuck you have going on with her because she doesn’t know or understand what’s happening, and she needs as little stress as possible.”
Blaze looked towards the doors that Montana was somewhere behind before looking back at me. “She say something to you?”
“I asked her about it,” I told him bluntly. “My little sister is exhausted. And she doesn’t do well with feelings. She barely tolerates it from me. So, if you two are serious about her, you better fucking make it work.”
“And you wouldn’t have a problem with this?” Jonah asked me, gesturing between him and Blaze.
I shook my head. “I don’t give a damn what my sister does as long as it’s healthy and it makes her happy.”
With that, I dropped back into the chair I’d been sitting in and closed my eyes. I knew it was going to be a long night, but I was prepared to sit and wait on her.
I’d abandoned my sister once before because I thought it had been the right thing to do. I’d dragged her too deep into my world. But it had done more harm than good. And I wouldn’t be making that same mistake again.
19
Montana
My head was pounding.
A low groan crawled up my throat. My hands fisted the scratchy sheets covering me. Low whispers met my ears, and suddenly, someone’s hand was covering mine.
My eyes snapped open. The room was mostly dark besides a light coming from an open door. The sickening scent of disinfectant made my stomach churn. I slowly ran my eyes around me, trying to get my bearings.
And that was when I spotted Blaze, John, and Jonah. They were crowded on one side of my bed, looking down at me with concern and worry. I cleared my throat and followed Jonah’s arm down to where it covered my hand.
“Why am I in a hospital?” I asked, my voice husky.
“You passed out in the shower,” John informed me, drawing my eyes to his. His eyebrows furrowed over his dark eyes. “You don’t remember?”
I just shook my head. I didn’t remember a fucking thing besides being dropped off by Jonah. “Last thing I remember is Jonah dropping me off,” I told him. I turned my head, wincing at the tenderness. “That why my head hurts?”
My brother nodded. “You need some pain meds? I can get a nurse.”
“Please,” I whispered.
He leaned over and dropped a kiss to the top of my head before spinning on his heel to go find a nurse. I looked between Jonah and Blaze. “What are you two doing here?” I managed to ask. God, my head was throbbing.
“John called us,” Jonah answered. Blaze was just staring down at me with that unnerving, disapproving look in his eyes that I hated. “We came as soon as we heard. How are you feeling?”
I swallowed vomit. I wasn’t sure if I could handle throwing up with the way my head was hurting.
“How the fuck do you think I’m feeling?” I snapped at him.
“Hey,” Blaze growled, drawing my eyes back up to him, “chill out with the attitude, yeah?” I glowered at him. “I get you don’t feel good, but that’s no excuse for snapping at him.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but that vomit rose again. I gagged, unable to swallow it back down. Blaze moved fast, grabbing me something to empty my stomach into. He held it in front of me as I threw up. Tears ran down my cheeks as the pounding in my head only got worse.
Jonah slid onto the bed beside me, perching himself on the edge. “Here,” he whispered, drawing me into his arms. His arms were tight around me as he gently pulled me to drape across his lap. “It’s alright, baby girl. Just rest. I’ve got you.”
Despite how much his concern made my skin crawl, I curled into him, accepting the comfort he was giving me. Blaze settled into the chair beside the bed and just wrapped his hand around my ankle, a silent reminder that no matter how hard he was with me, he was still here.