Sara smiled kindly.
“Zelron, I remember he…he was shot.”
“The bullet passed cleanly through his shoulder. Kelon men are tough. He lost some blood, but he is as strong and healthy as he can be.”
She liked hearing it, but she wouldn’t be happy until she saw him herself.
“I think I was shot too.”
“Everyone is still talking about how you threw yourself over Zelron. From the direction and angle of the shot, it would have been a direct hit to his heart, killing him, but since you were there, the bullet hit your middle back to the left side of your spine, effectively breaking your back and puncturing several organs. It narrowly missed the nerves of your spinal cord. A fraction of an inch closer and, well, it would have been harder to repair.”
Prov now took stock of her surroundings—the tall, sandy coloured walls, the row of empty beds and the strange equipment hanging over them. “Where am I?”
Sara drew in a deep breath and rubbed her tummy. “Don’t freak out, but they brought you back to Kelon. As my husband said, you’re in the medical centre.”
She remembered Zelron talking about his planet. It didn’t freak her out.
“It was only logical,” Sara continued. “Solron is the best doctor in the galaxy and specializes in human anatomy.”
“Ah, how long have I been here?”
“Again, don’t freak out, but two weeks.”
“Two weeks!”
Sara leaned forward gripping her hand. “Slow, deep breaths, Providence. There was a lot of damage to your body. Solron didn’t have any choice but to keep you in an induced coma, so you could heal properly. He spent hours microscopically piecing back together the shattered bone in your back. Heck, you almost died twice. Zelron went nuts the first time and we had to sedate him, and then again when he wouldn’t leave Solron to work.”
Despite learning she’d almost died, all she could think about was her big Z man and how like him it was to go nuts over her. Tears welled in her eyes and she sniffed back a sob.
“Oh, and so you know, Solron also planted a microscopic translator behind your ear, so you can understand their language.”
Prov nodded in understanding. “I want to see him.” No, she needed to see him, emotion welling in her chest.
“Your heart rate has picked up again. My hubby won’t like that. Please calm down, Providence.” She stroked her hand. “I get you love him; I love my Kelon husband to bits. He saved my life in more ways than I can count. They have a way of getting under your skin and into your heart before you even know what’s happening.”
Wasn’t that the truth? Prov’s heart was well and truly caught and caged by her big Z.
The doors at the end of the hospital room burst open. Zelron, her magnificent warrior, was dressed in some kind of black uniform with a tight-fitting tank top that displayed the wonderful sight of his muscular shoulders. How she knew the strength in those arms as they swung. He marched like the solider he was towards her and Sara.
“…remember what I said—she is weak and you must be careful.” Solron ran behind him.
Prov’s heart caught in her throat and she was unable to form words when he stopped at the end of the bed, his dark gaze sweeping her over.
Solron came to help Sara from her chair, but Prov couldn’t tear her eyes from Zelron.
“We’ll leave you two to talk, but behave, big guy.” Sara admonished.
“I know how to care for my mate!” he snarled. Wow, Sara was right, he was Mr. Grumpy. He aimed a glare at Solron. Sara shrugged as Solron shook his head before lifting his wife into his arms and carrying her out. The door closed softly behind the couple.
Say something idiot! “Hi.” Very glib, Prov.
The way he glared down at her… She gasped when he reached down and gripped her upper arms, lifting her from the bed. He sat on the side and pulled her into his arms. “Never, ever throw yourself in front of me again!”
Unable to stop the overwhelming emotions swamping her, she burst into tears, sobbing against his chest. “I couldn’t let them kill you, I couldn’t. I’m not sorry, I can’t be. I love you. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“My beautiful foolish Providence, the thought of you leaving me in any way is more pain than I can bear. I could never be mad at you. You saved my life twice.” His hands slipped into her hair, he held her head captive, tilting it back to stare into her eyes. He swiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs before lowering his head to kiss each of her eyelids.
“You are my soul, my heart. My corami.”
Weakly, she clung to his upper arms while he placed kisses all over her face, before finally kissing her lips, deeply, possessively.