I couldn’t see her face. I didn’t know if she didn’t want them to take the pants off because she didn’t want them to see her, or if there was no reason for them to come off. I gripped the back of my head as the muscles in my neck grew so taut I thought I’d choke. My mom’s hand landed softly on my back just as Amy breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good,” she said, clearing her throat. “That’s good.”
My entire body shuddered in relief.
“I’ll go get a washcloth and some towels,” my mom announced, patting my back. “We need to get you cleaned up before you head to the hospital.”
“The hospital?” I ground out as she moved around me.
“She’s got a broken arm, Will,” Farrah scoffed. “You know how to set a broken arm?”
“He’s not setting my arm,” Molly blurted from the bed. “No, baby. Reb, Mama’s arm has an owie, you can’t climb—”
I stepped forward and plucked Rebel from the bed as she tried to crawl up her mom’s legs.
“Hey, princess,” I said softly as I sat her on my forearm. “Mama’s busy. You want to hang out with me for a bit?”
Rebel stared at me through a little pair of black glasses. I guessed she’d outgrown the purple rubbery ones she’d worn before. I wondered vaguely if Molly had kept them.
“Will,” she said simply, tilting her head to the side.
“Rebel,” I murmured back.
She ran her hand down her neck, telling me she was thirsty. Yeah, even in the midst of all the bullshit, I was pretty damn proud I understood her still.
“Hey, Moll?” I called softly, watching Rebel as her gaze moved around the room. “Reb’s thirsty, so I’m gonna take her to get something to drink.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, her voice faint. The women were helping her get cleaned up, their quiet voices soothing, but I just wanted all of them to leave so I could see Molly’s face. I wanted to take care of her. I wanted everyone to leave so I could lock us in my room. Just us. Me, Molly and Rebel.
I jerked in surprise then went completely still as little fingers burrowed into my beard. Oh, God. I’d missed them.
Chapter 15
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Molly
“I was wondering why you hadn’t shown up toni—” Doctor Lewin’s words cut off as he looked up from my chart.
I moved my head to the side and shrugged my sore shoulders. “Hey, Mike.”
“What the hell happened?” he said, taking in my bruised face and hurt arm.
“Four wheeler accident,” I said flatly, holding his gaze as his eyebrows lifted in disbelief.
Will shifted in his seat, and Mike’s head jerked toward him in surprise. I guess he hadn’t noticed Will and Amy when he’d walked into the room, which was believable. He tended to have a one-track mind when it came to his job, and if he wasn’t working on someone, he didn’t even acknowledge them.
“That’s Will and Amy,” I said, pulling Mike’s gaze back to mine.
“I’d like to speak with Molly in private,” Mike directed at my posse, making me snort.
“Ms. Duncan,” Will said darkly.
“What?”
“She’s your patient, she’s Ms. Duncan.”
“Will, knock it off,” I interrupted. If my eyes hadn’t felt like they were going to fall out of my head at any moment, I would have rolled them. “Let’s just get this over with. Will isn’t going to leave and my arm is killing me.”
“It’s definitely broken,” Mike said as he moved closer to the bed. “I can see that from here.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” I mumbled, hissing as he gently lifted my arm.
“Ah, now that you’re a patient, you can give me shit, huh?” Mike asked in amusement as Will got to his feet. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as I met his eyes and glared. I didn’t need him hovering, and he could shove any misplaced jealousy he had up his ass.
“I always give you shit,” I shot back at Mike, not looking away from Will.
“And that’s why you’re my favorite nurse,” Mike replied. He had no idea how close he was to having his ass handed to him. Amy put her hand on Will’s side and said something quietly to him, making him sit back down.
“You say that to all the nurses,” I replied as Mike laid my arm back in my lap.
He checked out the rest of my injuries briskly, but I could tell that he was worried. He was playing it cool, but he wasn’t convinced that I was telling the truth, and I was pretty sure that having a biker and an old hippie in my room didn’t help matters. They stood out like sore thumbs.