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I’m too wired to sit down.

I need to punch someone.

Or mutilate them.

Standing by the doors they wheeled Nova through, I fill out the medical papers. I’m pissed at myself that I don’t know her social security number.

Why would you know that?

Because she’s fucking mine!

She doesn’t have insurance, so I leave that part blank. I’ll pay the damn bill and won’t think twice about it. Signing my name as the responsible party, I head over to the desk, giving the clipboard back to her. “When can I see her?”

She smiles politely. “The doctor will come talk to you when he’s finished examining her.”

“How long does that take?” I grit out.

She sighs. “When she’s stable, he’ll come out to speak with you.”

Glancing at the clock on the wall, an hour has passed without a word on Nova. I try to sit down, but I’m up within a few seconds, wearing a hole in the floor. The other people in the waiting room are staring at me with pity in their eyes, and I don’t fucking like it.

She’ll be fine.

He’s just checking her out.

She’ll be okay.

Another hour passes before the double doors whine behind me, and I spin around to see a male doctor. “Nova Bradley.”

I rush to his side. “Is she okay? Is she awake? When can I see her?”

He puts his hands up, nodding his head. “She’s fine. She’ll have a lump on her head, some bruising and a few migraines, but she’s alright. I’ll take you to see her now.”

He leads me down a sterile hallway that smells like disinfectant and it gives me the creeps. I need to get her out of here as soon as possible.

We stop in front of a door. “She’s in this room. As soon as the nurse brings in the discharge papers, you can take her home. There are two prescriptions. One is for pain, and one is for the migraines she’ll have. Make sure she takes them when needed.”

I nod. “Thank you.”

Opening the door, I step inside, closing it behind me softly. My heart stops when I see her.

Her face is scrunched up in pain, bruises already forming around the top of her head and above her right eye. I immediately flip the light off, since the asshole doctor didn’t bother to do it.

Coming up beside her, she sighs. “Thank you, Colt.” She rasps and it kills me to see her like this.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I grip her hand in mine. “I won’t ask you how you’re feeling. I can see it on your face.”

“I tried to call you, but I had to be sneaky about it.”

“You did call me, baby. I jumped in the car and was on my way to you.”

She barely opens her eyes. “They told me some irate man brought me in.”

I smirk. “That would be me.”

She tries to smile and it’s pitiful. “My head hurts so fucking bad.”

Squeezing her hand, I stop myself from running my fingers through her hair. It always comforts her, but Max took that from us.