“What did I tell you?” Delaney snaps at him. “Be seen but not heard. Or was that not clear enough for you?”
I try not to laugh at her, but it’s nearly impossible. Delaney is one of the gentlest people I know, so to see her cracking orders with some invisible whip is amusing.
A woman in a white coat steps into the room. “Miss Callahan, it’s nice to see you awake. I’m Dr. Josselyn, the lead doctor here. How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts.”
She makes a face. “Well, with how much oxy was in your system, that’s not surprising. I’m just going to do a few tests, okay?”
I nod and Delaney and Knox step out of the way. The routine checks she does are all things I’ve done before, and trigger the memories I was hoping to forget. When she’s done, she types a few things into the computer.
“You got very lucky, Tessa. It seems there are no long term side effects of the overdose,” she tells me. “However, I am going to order you stay overnight for observation. And I’ll probably have them run a couple more tests just to be sure.”
“And my head? Is there any way to get rid of this killer headache?”
She frowns. “Unfortunately, no. With the amount of oxycodone in your system when you came in, we have to make sure everything is cleared out before we can give you anything for pain.”
Okay, I guess I deserve that.
Delaney thanks her for me and she leaves the room, stopping to talk to Asher, who is clearly worried. Looking to the other side of the room, Zayn and Easton are leaning against the windowsill, and Easton looks like he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown. I need to put him out of his misery.
“Do you think you guys could give me a minute alone with Easton?”
Laney cocks an eyebrow. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Lane,” I plead.
Knox rubs a hand down her arm, and she glances at him before her shoulders sag. He and Zayn walk toward the door, but Delaney goes directly over to Easton.
“Stand up,” she orders.
He instantly obeys her, and she starts patting him down, checking his pockets and all other parts of his body. Everyone watches her curiously, until Knox finally asks the question on everyone’s minds.
“Bambi, what the hell are you doing?”
“Making sure he doesn’t have any drugs on him,” she tells him, as if it’s obvious.
I swallow, hard. “Delaney—”
“No,” she snaps at me. “The only reason I haven’t screamed at you is because I can’t do it while you’re looking all sad and helpless in a hospital bed. Do not push me, Tessa.”
Anything I was about to say is shoved right back inside as Knox gives me a sympathetic smile and approaches his girlfriend with caution.
“Okay, Rambo. Let’s go get you something to eat.”
She takes a deep breath and nods, coming over to give me one more hug before leaving the room.
As soon as Easton and I are alone, it’s as if he reads the unspoken question in my mind.
“Don’t worry,” he says quietly. “I made sure the doctors know it was an accident. Just partied too hard and it all went wrong.”
I’m not sure if he’s saying that because he thinks someone could be listening, or because he genuinely needs to believe that’s the truth for his own peace of mind. Regardless, I’m not going to correct him.
“Thank you.”
Silence fills the room as neither one of us knows what to say. Finally, when it becomes too much, he caves to the pressure.
“Did I…?”