Guarded by Kaylea Cross

Author:Kaylea Cross
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, military romance, romantic suspense, Hostage Rescue Team Series, pregnant heroine
Publisher: Kaylea Cross Inc.
Published: 2018-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“I wish they’d stop pumping me full of fluids,” Briar grumbled as she rolled slightly to reach for the call button. This was the fourth time she’d had to relieve herself since lunch. “I’ve got no place to put them anymore.”

Trinity chuckled from the pullout chair next to the bed and set her e-reader down. “I really do love you, but I don’t want to help you with your bedpan.”

“I don’t want you to either. Gross.” She settled back into position, not quite flat on her back, turned slightly onto her left side to help alleviate the pressure of the baby on her aorta. This bed rest thing already wasn’t fun. She had to mentally gear up for the coming weeks ahead of her. “What time is it, anyway?” She reached for her phone on the side table.

“Almost seven. At night,” Trinity added.

Briar shot her a wry look. “Thanks for the clarification.”

She’d heard nothing more from Matt since he’d called from the airport in North Carolina hours before. Things obviously hadn’t been resolved peacefully yet. Had they rescued the girls and their mother? She looked up a few news network sites she mostly trusted but the only story she could find about it said merely that there was a hostage situation happening at a home in a residential neighborhood.

A nurse entered the room. “Hi there,” she said, giving Briar a big smile.

“Hi. I need to use the bedpan again.”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Trinity said, getting to her feet and taking her e-reader with her. “Good luck. Aim well.”

Briar shook her head as her friend left. The nurse got the bedpan and positioned herself near Briar’s hip. “Okay, lift up,” she instructed.

Briar’s face heated. “Can I have a little privacy for this?”

“Of course, once I make sure you’re all lined up.” She shifted the cold pan under Briar’s rear, then stepped back and pulled the curtain around the side of the bed. “All right. Shoot.”

Briar snorted. “You’re as bad as my friend.” It was hard not to feel a little self-conscious with someone standing two feet away listening in while she did her business, but she managed. “Can I get a washcloth to clean up with? Please,” she added. Turned out her “aim” with bedpans was pretty much a total fail compared to with a rifle.

“Sure.” The water ran in the sink, then the nurse pulled the curtain back and handed the cloth to her.

Briar pushed aside the squirming discomfort at what was coming. The worst part was after using the bedpan, because the nurses had to check the contents to make sure there was no bleeding. There was no dignity right now, and wouldn’t be for the foreseeable future.

Briar obediently lifted her hips so the nurse could slide the pan out from under her, and one look at her face when the woman looked into the pan made Briar’s heart stutter. “What’s wrong?” She craned her neck, trying to see for herself.

Blood. Bright red blood. As much as there had been that morning.

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