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“Twenty minutes?”
How was that possible?
I studied the neat gauze stuck over my arm, bumpy with a faint line of black stitches beneath.
Panic filled me to return to Ily.
Ily.
Goddammit, her name corrupted my entire system.
I didn’t know if my heart or my cock reacted the most anymore.
One thing I did know…I would go out of my way to never use her name again.
How could I?
Now that I knew what it meant?
Grabbing the open half of my dressing gown, I went to shrug back into it, but the doctor caught my wrist. “Wait.” Her cool hands landed on my roasting, throbbing side, probing none too gently.
I hissed and flinched but didn’t move away.
Slowly, she leaned back. “I don’t think any of them are broken but they’re heavily bruised. I’ll give you some antibiotics for your arm, just in case, and you can take some arnica tablets with Ily to ease your bruises. I also need you to drink what I’m about to give you to replace everything you lost today. Give one to Ily when she wakes.” Pushing to her feet with a tired groan, she padded toward a small fridge next to her medical cupboard and returned with two bottles of glow-in-the dark blue liquid.
“Electrolytes.” She gave me a half smile, passing me the bottles. “You’ve lost a fair amount of blood, but I think your dizziness is mainly from lack of sustenance and whatever else happened out there today. As long as you drink this and take a few days to rest, your body will make up the blood, and you’ll feel better. If you’re struggling to regulate your body temperature and think you can avoid falling down the stairs, go grab some food from the kitchen. That’ll help too.” Ripping off her latex gloves, she arched her chin at the door. “Now, go away. I’ll pop by in the morning to check on Ily.”
She didn’t speak again as I slipped my no-longer bleeding arm into my gown, lashed the belt tight, then slipped back into the night.
Chapter Thirteen
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Ily
I WOKE WITH A START.
I felt as if I’d lost something but couldn’t remember what.
Echoes of Krish.
Of Peter.
Henri.
God, Henri…
I groaned as sleepiness switched into pure fire. Fire in my blood, my heart, my core.
Every part of me hummed.
Fragments of my dream taunted me and the wetness between my thighs hinted it hadn’t been a platonic kind of fantasy. I felt empty after being full. Cold after being hugged. Lost and confused and lonely and—
Just a dream.
Kicking my legs beneath the suffocating blankets, I rolled onto my other side.
I hated that even the cotton acted like an aphrodisiac. I’d grown well acquainted with achy desperation since meeting Henri, but this was far, far worse.
