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It’s not long before a nurse comes to take us to Crew, and I find myself being pushed in a wheelchair. Truthfully, it’s a small miracle Kaos has let me out of his arms, but he’s the one steering me while Bishop walks at my side, his fingers trailing down my arm like he can’t bear to lose the contact.
“I could have walked,” I grumble.
“I’m sure you could have, Princess, but how about for once in your life you just do as you’re told and enjoy the ride?”
I roll my eyes, but there’s a small smile playing on my lips that I can’t wipe away. If I was unsure of what Kaos felt for me before, all those doubts have been wiped away.
The nurse pauses at a closed door and turns back to us, making the smile drop from my face. “There are a lot of tubes and machines, but as far as the doctors are concerned, he’s doing well.”
I nod, but my eyes are locked on the door like I can make it disappear with nothing but my gaze, but then she steps aside and pushes the door open, and the sight steals the breath right from my lungs.
Kaos pushes me closer, and I struggle to drag in a breath as tears fill my eyes. The man I’ve come to see as a pillar of strength has never looked so small. I mean, he still makes the bed look like a child’s size, but between the tubes and how frail he looks, I can barely believe it’s the man who so calmly protected me this morning. Who would have done anything to save me.
Tears fall against my cheeks as Kaos parks me next to the bed, and I immediately reach for his hand. I flinch when I find it cold, but it only makes me hold onto him tighter.
I could have lost him today.
We all could have lost him.
“It’s okay, love. You heard the doctor, he’s going to be just fine.”
I shake my head and bury my face against his hand as rough sobs tear from my throat.
It should have been me. I should be the one in this bed. I should have been shot. He should have let me if it meant saving himself.
“Little Menace, you know I hate it when you cry,” Crew croaks, and I whip my head up to look at him. His mismatched eyes are dull, but the fact he’s staring back at me only seems to make my tears come harder and faster.
Without a word, Kaos plucks me from the wheelchair while Bishop moves the tubes and wires aside, making a place on the edge of the bed for me.
“No, I’ll hurt him.” I shake my head, clutching on to Kaos so none of my weight rests on Crew or the bed.
“You could never hurt me, Camilla,” Crew murmurs, and I finally give up the fight.
Kaos arranges me beside him, and he immediately pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Thank fuck you’re okay.”
“You’re the one that was shot. That’s my line,” I half sob and half snap.
He chuckles. “Not the first time, Little Menace. Probably won’t be the last.”
My head snaps up. “Oh, it will absolutely be the last. If any of you come home with a bullet wound, I’ll kill you myself.”
Bishop chuckles, and for the first time since I woke up to the call from Trevor this morning, everything feels like it’s going to be okay. Even if it’s just for a minute. Even if it doesn’t last, if today has taught me anything, it’s that I need to enjoy the good moments, because they’re few and far between in this life.
“It’s a good thing Kovu’s not here. You know how he loves when you get bloodthirsty,” Kaos jokes, and I can’t help but laugh.
I allow myself to relax, even if it’s just for a moment. Because this is a long way from over, and as much as I would love to bury my head in the sand and pretend everything’s fine, that’s just not the reality.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
CREW
Irefuse another dose of painkillers and ignore the glare I get from the woman curled into my side. She doesn’t understand that the pain I’m feeling is igniting a fire in my chest, right alongside the bullet wound. She doesn’t know that this is far from the worst pain I’ve felt in my life.
The nurse leaves after reminding me that if I change my mind, I can press the call button, but I won’t. Rogers is working on having me moved to the compound, where he’ll see to the rest of my recovery. I don’t trust anyone here, and the sooner I get myself and Camilla out of here, the better.
Kovu strides through the door with a content look on his face, telling me he’s just killed someone. The only other time he gets that look is when he’s just fucked Camilla, and seeing as she’s been curled up beside me for the last hour, I know that can’t be it.
