Slater sat back and watched the paramedics work on Sammy. He followed when they put her on the stretcher.
“Sir, only family can ride with us.”
Growling at the paramedic who put his hand out to stop him, Slater ignored him and got into the truck. “Sammy is my fiancée. I’m not leaving her.”
The ambulance arrived at the hospital in record time. Slater stayed with Sammy for as long as he was allowed. His mother and father arrived, and his mother fretted over him and helped him worry over Sammy. His brother Jordan came over to him in his scrubs. He told them what he could.
“Sorry, Slater, they won’t tell me much as she’s family. Sammy’s in the best hands though. I made sure of it.”
“Thanks, Jordan.”
They all waited in the waiting rooms for what seemed like hours until a man in scrubs came out. Slater stood.
“Mr. Bear. We have done what we can. The bleeding at the back of her head is worrying us and we have eased it, but with it being a head injury we have to be careful. Samantha has been moved to recovery, and when she’s moved to a room we will tell you and you may see her.”
Slater nodded feeling numb inside. He hoped Brock would get everything else sorted out, so they could focus all their attention on Sammy’s recovery. His mother’s arms wrapped around him, and he let the warmth of her love seep into him.
“Sammy will get better. She will be fine. Sammy is strong. She’s survived before. She’s a fighter.”
Slater knew his mother was right. Sammy was amazing. She’d saved herself and protected Matty. She would live.
****
Pain was like a constant shadow. Sammy tried to pry her eyes open several times, but every time she saw light the energy it took her to do that one act seemed to knock her out again. Sammy knew there were things she needed to do, people she needed to check on, but nothing seemed to work. She fought for what felt like days trying to open her eyes and do what she needed to do.
The searing pain radiating around her body woke her on a moan. Sammy felt like weights were holding her down. She struggled to break free until gentle, familiar fingers stroked her cheeks.
“Angel, calm down. You’re safe. Slater and I are here.” At the sound of Brock’s voice she stopped her struggles.
Slowly easing her eyes open, she blinked at the bright lights. Sammy gazed around her at the stark white walls, pausing when she came to the window and a table filled with bunches of flowers, balloons, and two teddy bears. Slater sat on her right and Brock on her left.
“Beautiful, you had us scared there for a while.”
Sammy moved her head to Slater, wincing at the ache it caused her. She needed to know if she’d done what she said she would. She didn’t know how she’d live with herself if she’d killed a man, evil or not. “Did I kill him?”
Brock came into her vision next to Slater. “No, angel, he’s alive.”
Sammy sighed, only to give a pitiful cry as a piercing sharp stinging ran through her. Brock left her line of vision, and she heard him yelling from the door. Slater’s fingers caressed her cheek. She needed to know if she was safe now. “Am I safe? Greg can’t touch me? Will he go back to jail?”
“Oh Samantha, my love, my beautiful mate. Don’t worry, you are safe. Greg won’t ever touch or come near you again. This I promise you.”
Sammy could feel the tears falling down her cheeks. She believed Slater. She now knew she was strong enough to defend herself and the people she loved. She’d won.
A nurse came in, pressed buttons on the machines behind her, and then she injected something into her IV. Sammy’s pain eased, and she felt like she was floating. Her eyes drooped, and she giggled at the free feeling. Because she was free. She was stronger than she thought she could ever be. Thanks to her two men, Slater and Brock, Sammy had overcome her fear of Greg and what he did to her.
A peace settled into her as she felt Brock and Slater sit on either side of her holding her hands. “I love you two so much. Thank you for being mine.”
Sammy had her men, and she knew she was safe. Letting the drugs the nurse had given her take fully over she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
Epilogue
Slater checked they had everything one last time, passports, luggage, and flight information. He and Brock were starting back at work in a week, but before they had to leave Sammy they’d organized a surprise for her.
Sammy had slowly healed. The bruises were now gone. She still had aches and her head pained her, but thanks to the mate bond she’d healed quicker and would make a one hundred percent recovery.
Brock’s mother Adele had recovered, but she’d been so close to death it had taken all her shifter strength. Slater’s magic had helped when he’d changed with her, but because she’d been shot so many times and had lost so much blood it had put her out of commission for a while. Adele was only now getting up and around.