“What’s going on?” I ask her, hoping she’ll answer me.
Her glazed eyes bounce to mine, shining with emotion, “I’m sorry.”
“What is he going to do?”
“I don’t know,” she answers, “If you get the chance, you need to run, okay? Run, Wren, as fast as you can.”
I’m not a runner. I don’t hide from my demons or my enemies but the fear rolling from her makes me question everything I’ve ever known. I felt it when Marcus came into the room, the man wasn’t just dangerous, he was beyond that. I didn’t want to admit it but given the chance I’d likely run. I knew my boundaries and fighting off Marcus Valentine wasn’t something I could do on my own.
There’s a sting as the nurse pulls the IV from my arm before she presses a cotton pad to the small puncture hole, stopping any minor bleeding.
“Can you tell me what happened to me?”
“Concussion,” she sighs, “a gunshot wound to the abdomen, we got the bullet out and it managed to miss your organs, so that’s good, you lost a lot of blood though. There’s a fracture in your wrist, several lacerations, bruising, swelling.”
Shit.
I felt weak. I felt hurt. But those injuries weren’t something I could simply get up and walk away from. I was in no state to fight. No state to argue.
And I knew, IknewValentine had much worse planned for me.
There was the promise of violence hanging in the air and that was all for me.