Page 14 of All Your Hate
My knees wobble and I have to sit on the bed. When I put my phone down my hands are shaking. I snap the hair tie a few more times to calm down.
Dean’s had plenty of scrapes before and I’m sure the girl is just overreacting, but there’s an anxious knot in my stomach.
Things have changed between us recently, but I still love the asshole.
I can’t lose my best friend.
I can’t lose anyone else.
Running my hand over my face, I sigh, “What a fucking night. Looks like I’ll have to leave you alone for a little while.” I stroke her forehead hoping to elicit some sort of response from her, but there’s still nothing. I’d think she was actually dead if it wasn’t for the steady rise and fall of her chest. Of her tight puckered nipples. Fuck me, I need some space.
Before I leave, I pull the covers over her and hope she doesn’t wake up before I get back.
“Is he going to be okay?” I recognize the tiny voice instantly as the woman on the phone. She’s only a little thing and she’s practically shaking as a nurse asks her questions.
Dean would want me to step in and help her. She’s his and that means she now has me to protect her as well.
Coming up behind her I clamp a hand down on her shoulder and her entire body turns to stone.
“She’s clearly in shock. Give the poor girl some time to process what's happening rather than bother her with questions.” I smile at the nurse, hoping it’ll make her leave as soon as possible.
“Yes, of course. I’ll let you know as soon as we know your husband's condition,” she says before scurrying off.
Wait, did she say husband? If they’ve gotten married and not told me, I’m going to be pissed.
Slowly the girl's mass of brown hair tips back as she peers up. Her big doe eyes make her look like she’s going to pass out at the sight of me. Bet if I saidbooshe’d buckle instantly.
I bend down and whisper in her ear, “Husband?”
She shrugs out of my grip and scowls up at me. Oh, how cute.
“Dean’s going to blow his load when he hears you've been telling everyone he’s your husband!” It's a struggle not to laugh. She’s fun to mess with. This is too good. Dean's so possessive of her and he’s going to hate that this is how I met her.
“I’m assuming you're Bones?” She keeps on scowling at me.
Giving her a once over I glimpse the bruises on her neck. They immediately make me think of my own girl back home. Anger rises inside me and I have to remind myself that if she didn’t want to be with Dean she could have already run tonight.
“You the sweet little sex slave he’s been pining over?”
“The what?” she gasps, her cheeks blushing red as she looks around nervously.
“You’re not the girl he snatched up?” I’m like ninety-nine percent positive she is, but it’s fun to tease her anyway.
“I—I am. I’m Willow. It’s not like that though.”
There’s some defiance in her eyes now. I wonder if my girl will ever feel this way about me?
“I know,” I say to help reassure her. I’m not about to kink shame the poor thing for being a pain slut. “How is he?”
Letting out a sigh, she says, “I don’t know, they won’t tell me anything. I heard them say he needs a blood transfusion. That’s not good is it?”
To be honest, I didn’t expect it to be quite that serious. The worries that I had beaten down on my way here start to resurface.
Not letting them show, I tell her, “I wouldn’t worry, darling. Knowing him he’ll be absolutely fine. He doesn't realize how lucky he has it.”
She looks about ready to collapse on me, so I lead her over to a row of plastic chairs in a quiet corridor. I don’t sit next to her. I’ve got too much energy to keep still. Hospitals make me agitated, always have since I woke up alone in one when I was only fifteen.
“What do you mean?” Judging by her expression, she really doesn’t have a clue what I’m on about. How has he not told her about his condition?