Page 83 of Talk to Me

Without comment, he also treated my other foot. “I’m going to give you some pain meds, as well as medical supplies. You need to keep these wounds clean and dry. It’s hard because of where they are located, but just dry and apply fresh bandages so you can keep it clean. The stitches will dissolve on their own. I did it loose because that area moves a lot. If you can stay off your feet…”

He trailed off a little at the end of that.

“Thank you.” The fact I would not be able to walk a lot was—aggravating. But we’d manage.

“I’m also going to give you a number to call me on.” He was already writing it down.

“Why?” I wasn’t upset, but the guys were shooting him narrow-eyed looks, I was more curious than anything else. His focus was clinical, his manner kind, and his attention? It had been on the right things.

“Call me when you’re safe,” he said as he handed me the sheet of paper, “and I’ll answer that sometime. If you can give me five minutes, I’m going to get you the meds and supplies. You don’t need to be stopping at any pharmacies.”

“Thank you, Doctor Thana.”

“You’re welcome.” He left, stepping out briefly with Locke right behind him. Remy closed in and I slid the paper with the doctor’s number into my pocket before I let him help me pull socks over my bandaged feet.

He glanced down at them then at me. “We’ll sort it out.”

I believed him.

“Do you want to change your clothes?”

I glanced at the scrubs he gestured to. “Yes,” I said, blowing out a breath. “But later. Not right now. I have a feeling the doctor will be back soon and we still have to deal with the tracker.”

He nodded once. Then helped me off the table and back into the wheelchair. He’d just tucked the blanket over my legs when the door opened to let Thana and Locke back in.

Locke’s expression was far more relaxed and he gave Remy a nod. So whatever they were worried about, it was fine.

Good.

Once Thana had given me the supplies and the instructions for the meds, he turned to hand a card to Remy.

“The amount for my student loans. I’d have done this for free, but you offered.”

Remy’s expression bordered on genuine amusement. “I did.”

“Take care of her, and remember what I said about staying off your feet as much as you can.” Then the doctor left and this time, Locke didn’t follow him.

We couldn’t really linger. The doctor had done us a favor but that tracker needed to be dealt with and we needed to link back up with McQuade. Remy handled my wheelchair. We left with as little fanfare as we arrived.

“Pick me up near the street,” Locke said before he jogged off. I stared after him a beat but Remy didn’t slow down. Instead of the SUV we’d arrived in, he helped me into a new car. This one was far more luxurious and it had a huge back seat. More like a limousine than an SUV.

Where did they keep getting these cars? And had they moved our stuff? Well, their stuff, I didn’t really have any stuff.

Once I was secure and tucked in, he didn’t make me put the helmet on, though Remy did suggest I could lay down if I needed it. Not once did we discuss the kiss or the fact I’d fallen asleep with my cheek pressed to his thigh.

Maybe later.

That made sense.

Remy climbed into the driver’s seat and he opened the divider so I could see him. Five minutes later, he idled near a curb until Locke climbed into the front passenger seat.

“Taken care of?” Remy asked and Locke nodded.

“It’s all loaded.” He pointed to a cleaning truck that was pulling out of the lot. He’d dealt with the tracker.

“Good.” Then Remy turned away from the truck and took us in another direction all together.

Curled up in the back, I wrestled with every piece of what happened. The danger. The torture. The injuries. The risks. Their arrival—them.