“You worried about me?”
“Between you and Reid, I’ve had enough heart attacks to last me a lifetime,” he grumbled, but there was teasing in his voice. “You’re never racing again, you know that, right? Blake and I were talking an hour ago, and I’m pulling the races. She’s basically the only racer I have left anyway.”
“I figured. If I can convince my family to leave you alone, I’m hoping you’ll race me on the track sometime. You’re actually a challenge,” I answered, making Reid laugh.
“He’d better come and race us there, or I’ll assume he’s a pussy.”
“I heard that,” Turbo muttered, the sound of him lighting a cigarette reaching me before he replied again. “But of course I’ll come kick your asses on the track if me showing up won’t end in me dying.”
“I’ll keep you safe.” I grinned, putting my feet up on Reid’s bed. “Do you know how Luna got home? I haven’t heard from her.”
“Cruz and Drake took her,” he confirmed.
“How do you know? Have you seen her?” I asked hopefully.
“I’m with Cruz right now.”
That surprised me. They weren’t exactly friends or anything. “You’re hanging out with Cruz? Where?”
“In the hospital parking lot. Are you coming down for a smoke or not?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I hung up, getting to my feet and grabbing the wheelchair in the corner.
“What are you doing?” Reid asked slowly as I placed it beside his bed.
“I’m breaking you out of here for a while. Cruz and Turbo are outside,” I replied, frowning at him. “Can you even get out of bed, or do you have a catheter in?”
“I made them take that shit out when I informed them Raven was bringing some of my clothes in so I could get out of that fucking gown. Logan’s a good buddy and he’s always here to help, so the nurses only have to deal with me when he’s not here.”
“What leg damage do you have?” I questioned as he pulled the blanket back, showing me the full leg cast he had on one leg, and a brace around his other ankle.
“My whole leg and foot’s fucked, but my other ankle’s just got a bad sprain. I’m not supposed to be on it.”
“Can you get in the wheelchair with your fucked-up arm?”
“Yeah. I’ll probably need help though,” he grunted with embarrassment that I ignored. I knew it hurt his pride to ask for help, so I didn’t want to draw attention to it.
I moved beside the bed so he could swing his good arm around my shoulders, and we somehow managed to get him into the wheelchair without causing either of us too much pain. I had no idea how, considering he had a lot more weight on him than I did, and as much as I was a strong bitch, even I knew most men I encountered were way stronger than me.
Hence why I carried a bat everywhere.
I scowled at the thought of my long-lost bat, making Reid frown at me. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“I just remembered my bat’s ruined,” I said with a long sigh, his eyebrow quirking as I turned the wheelchair around and started pushing him towards the door.
“I’m surprised you haven’t ordered a new one online already.”
“I need to hold it and decide if we’re meant to be together or not,” I deadpanned, opening the door and pushing him out into the hallway. “Maybe we can go shopping together when you’re free.”
He snorted, glancing over his shoulder at me. “I don’t think I’d enjoy shopping for weapons with you. No offense, but take Turbo.”
“Pussy,” I taunted, pushing him down the hallway and into the elevator. His whole body relaxed the closer we got to reception, and I knew he needed the fresh air as much as I did. It was a shame I couldn’t just bust us out permanently.
“Excuse me?” the woman at reception called out, but I waved a hand at her.
“Don’t panic, we’re coming back in. It’s not like he’d get far anyway.”
“But…”
I glared at her, and she instantly shut her mouth and sat down in her chair, pretending to get back to work. I understood her concern, Mom would tear her apart if I took off, but I wasn’t going to do that.