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Fury: She was run off the road. I want to know why and who?

Shawn: OK. I’ll get the information.

Shawn gets into places that I don’t need or want to know about. I just want the information that will help me protect Jamie. She may think I’m an asshole, and I don’t blame her for that, as I have been acting like one. But that stops now.

Chapter 2

*~* Jamie *~*

Lying in this hospital bed, I can’t deny that I’m feeling rather sorry for myself. Resting my head back onto the pillow, I close my eyes and through the pounding headache I try to make sense of what happened.

I was driving home from Mr. Phillips's place. He is such a sweet man, and his wife was so worried about him. I couldn’t not visit to give reassurance to them both.

They are the sweetest people. They have been married for forty-one years, and you can see and feel the love they have for each other. Mr. Phillips, however, needs a kick up the ass for mowing the lawn and setting off his angina.

After giving Mr. Phillips a dressing down while making sure he is okay, of course, I left them both drinking mint tea and eating vegetable lasagna. Giving each other goo-goo eye looks.

I was thinking about them both when I noticed a box van heading towards me, but it was moving faster than you would expect on this stretch of road.

There is nowhere here to pull over when I realize the van is veering onto my side of the road. I don’t get time to brake or veer out of the way before the van hits my truck head-on. I don’t remember more than that, because everything went black as I smashed my head against something.

It’s all a bit sketchy from waking up the first time after the accident, too. I vaguely remember a cop asking me questions. Did I know who had hit me? What was the vehicle? Surely they hadn’t driven off after that impact? I recall that he said there were no witnesses to the accident.

I think I asked the cop how bad my vehicle was at some point, though that could have just been a dream. He said that my brothers were taking care of it. I told him I didn’t have any brothers, and he just smiled.

I’m fairly certain they’ve had me on some heavy pain meds for me to be so confused about everything. It will all come out at some point.

Doctor Carrington informed me I have two cracked ribs, multiple cuts and bruises, and a concussion. The cuts thankfully were small enough that they didn’t require stitches, so those and the bruises will be gone in ten days, I’m sure. The concussion I know I’ll have to nurse along, because I have dizziness when I move too quickly. The ribs, however, though only cracked, hurt like the devil. Even breathing too deeply makes me gasp for breath. But I’m ready to go home to my house, climb into bed, and allow myself a little time to heal. Not just from the accident either, but from my decision to cut Fury loose.

The door opens, and Nurse Maisey walks inside, giving me a bright smile as she does. “Well, let’s look at you, Jamie.”

I’m put through all the usual checks, and when Maisey is happy with what she’s seeing she gives my hand a squeeze. I give her a small smile for her kindness but stay lying with my head back on the pillow in a half-sitting position.

“Are you having a good shift, Maisey?” I ask, just making idle conversation. Let’s all be honest, it is boring being in a hospital bed, and even more so in a private room.

“I am, but you know that biker keeps coming to visit you. Are you still wanting him on the no-visit list?” Maisey grins because it was her that laughed about making one.

“I’m sure. When can I go home? Has Doctor Carrington said anything?” I ask with more than a little hope in my voice.

“You are scheduled for release tomorrow if Doc is happy with all your results. He has been more concerned with the concussion than anything else.”

“Okay, thanks, Maisey.”

As Maisey heads out of the room, she remembers something and turns back to me, “I forgot to ask you. A lady called Molly Alexander contacted us and asked for permission to visit. If you want to see her I’ll put her on the cleared-to-visit list along with nobody else.”

We both giggled at the nobody else comment because I’d strictly stated I wanted no visitors, and to this point I’ve had none and been thankful for it. Five days of resting have been enough, and now that the double vision has cleared and the nauseous feeling has subsided I’m ready to get out of here.

“Oh, yes, Molly is okay to visit. She works for me and is a friend too.” I closed my eyes and rested once Maisey had given me a thumbs-up. I need to get better as I have a practice to run.

Molly married Breaker of the Bitter Slayers MC, Wyatt Alexander is his real name. He’s actually a nice man, and he adores Molly. It’s easy to see they were made for each other. She doesn’t let him off the hook when he blunders mind you, and he accepts that she’s not a woman who will allow him to do wrong by her. Although, to be fair, he wouldn’t even think of doing wrong by her. It’s with those thoughts that I fall asleep and thankfully don’t dream about Fury.

Waking, I’m surprised to see Molly sitting quietly reading on her phone. She is sitting in the uncomfortable seat next to the bed, and as I move to get comfortable Molly looks up.

“Oh, Jamie. You are awake. How are you feeling? I brought you a thermos of decent coffee.” Molly, as always bustles along with her head cocked to one side, listening for my response as she pours coffee - which smells divine - into the cap of the thermos.

“I’m doing okay. My ribs hurt more than anything, and the concussion is abating.” I take the cap and breathe in the aroma before sipping and swallowing the rich taste. “Tell me about the practice.”

Molly takes a deep breath before she starts by lifting one finger and tapping it with another, making it a point one. “Tom is working ten more hours a week to cover some of your patients. Simon Cavel has signed a contract with us…” Molly smirks, then continues, “I twisted his arm and got him to sign for a year. The practice nurses have stepped up to cover whatever areas they can. Everyone else is stepping in when and if needed. I’ve spoken to Marie and given her notice that she either does her job or she loses the administration label and becomes an assistant. Or even worse, loses her job.”