Page 165 of Broken Saint
Tears continue to drip down my cheeks as the nurse smiles softly at me.
Exhaustion pulls at my muscles, making me want to curl up right here on the floor and close my eyes, blocking it all out.
“Come on, let’s get you back to your friends,” she says softly.
I shake my head. “C-can’t,” I whisper brokenly.
Even if I wanted to, my legs wouldn’t comply. My body is completely and utterly useless.
“Things are going to get better,” she promises, but words don’t help.
“Ella,” a much more familiar voice calls from down the hallway.
When I look up, I find Letty, Peyton, and Macie running toward me.
Together, they manage to get me to my feet, and with their arms locked around me, they guide me back to the private family room.
No one says anything until the door closes behind us, and then the questions come.
“What happened?” Brax asks, rushing to my side, physically shoving Peyton and Macie aside so he can get to me.
He takes my face in his hands and wipes my tears with his thumbs while I continue to sob uncontrollably.
It’s long minutes later when I finally calm down enough to speak.
“Th-th-their d-d-dad?—”
“Dalton did this?” Brax asks fiercely.
I nod, biting on my bottom lip in an attempt to stop myself from breaking down all over again as I remember what he said.
“He…he told me that Colton wouldn’t want me there,” I say in a rush.
“No,” Brax states. “Fuck no. We’re not having that. You are the only one that Colt would want by his side right now. Not that cold asshole, that’s for sure.” Brax paces back and forth across the room, allowing my girls to return to my side. “Fuck that. No. I’m not fucking having it. Luc, let’s fucking go.” He surges toward the door like a man on a mission.
“Wait, no. You can’t?—”
“Yes, I fucking can. That man barely knows who his son is. He has no right to dictate who supports him. That’s bullshit.”
“He’s immediate family,” Leon says regretfully. “If he wants to throw his weight around and stop any of us from seeing Colt, then he can.”
“West will sort it out,” Letty says confidently. “He’ll be down here any minute to get you and take you back.”
All of us look at the door, but it doesn’t open.
“Just give him some time,” she adds, squeezing my hand.
“Anyone want any food? I’m fucking starving,” Kane asks.
“Dude, seriously?” Luca hisses.
“What? Would you rather sit here listening to my stomach growl?”
“I could eat,” Brax confesses.
“Same,” Leon mutters.
“Go,” Peyton encourages. “We’ll stay with Ella. Go get some fresh air, food, and then bring us something good back.”