Angel's Halo~Forever Angel by Terri Anne Browning

Author:Terri Anne Browning [Browning, Terri Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Anna Henson
Published: 2019-02-19T14:17:59+00:00

Chapter 16

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Bash and Matt sat on either side of my bed, their faces grim as they watched me closely. I shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position on the uncomfortable mattress. It was pretty useless, but it was worth a try.

“I’ll take two,” Bash finally said with a grunt.

I passed him two cards, waiting for my little brother to make up his mind. “Two,” he muttered eventually.

I took one for myself and waited patiently for them to show me their cards.

“Two pair,” Matt said, showing his double threes and queens.

Bash dropped his cards on the rolling table. “I got a flush. All diamonds.”

I laughed, placing my four of a kind on the table between them. “Four sixes, bitches.”

“I hate playing poker with you,” Matt complained. “I don’t know how, because I watch you like a hawk, but I know you cheat.”

“I would never cheat you, little bro,” I told him with a grin as I pulled in my jackpot.

“Sure,” he grumbled. “I’m done.”

“You always were a sore loser,” Bash said with an amused twist of his lips.

“And you’re not?” Matt countered. “If he weren’t in a hospital bed, you know you’d be kicking his ass for cheating.”

“Probably,” my cousin admitted.

A knock on the door had all three of us looking up. Doc Robertson walked in dressed in his white coat and green scrub pants. He had his iPad in his hand and a cordial smile on his face as he entered the room.

When he saw me, he shook his head. “You’ve been here for four days, and I still don’t know how you’re able to even sit up considering the condition you were found in. I’m tempted to run tests to make sure you are human.”

“How much longer you plan on keeping me in here, Doc?” I was itching to get out of this place. I felt better, and I’d even had a few physical therapy sessions to help me regain some of the strength in my legs again. I was tired of being cooped up in this small-ass room. I wanted to be home—or at the least, back at the clubhouse—so I could sleep in a decent bed.

Preferably with Jos.

“Your labs look good, and everything else is healing nicely,” Doc commented. “But I would feel better if you stayed another few days.”

“How many is your definition of a ‘few,’ Doc?”

“If you’re still doing this well on Monday, I’ll release you,” he assured me.

Monday. Four more days. Fuck, I was going to start climbing the walls before then.

“Until then, I want to see you up walking throughout the day like you have been. Your muscles were starting to atrophy, which is what I’m the most concerned about at this point. But you’re doing great considering…”

“Yeah,” I muttered.

Considering I’d been tortured for three weeks, kept alive with an IV that pushed fluids into me, and given zero food. My body had been put through the kind of pain that would have easily broken a lesser man in minutes. Fontana was a sadistic bastard.

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