Court stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He moved toward her and set the black nylon bag he held on the bed beside her. “I need to change your dressing. It’s been several hours,” he said without looking at her.
“Okay.” She eyed the bag when he unzipped it and started pulling out gauze, ointment, and some sterile water. When the stuff was on the bed he took a step back and looked at Jagger.
“Prez, I have to get to her dressing, and she has to take the shirt off.” Court spoke as if he was cautious of touching her, and as though he was asking permission.
Jagger stopped pacing and crossed his arms over his chest, which had his thickly muscled arms bulging out under his golden skin.
“Sonya, we’ll leave so you can take the shirt off,” Jagger said and gestured with a tilt of his chin for Court to get out, too. Jagger didn’t leave right away though and turned and walked to the dresser. He took out an oversized black button down shirt, and tossed it onto the bed. “You can wear this, that way you only have to pull the shoulder off so Court can get to the wound.”
She nodded. “Okay.” She watched him leave and shut the door behind him. Getting the shirt off was just as difficult and painful as it was getting it on, and by the time she had on the black button-down—which went well past her knees—her shoulder was throbbing something fierce. Looking down she saw blood start to seep through the dressing. A couple hard knocks came through the door, and when she said they could enter it was pushed open. Jagger and Court strode back in. Jagger stopped right beside her, and Court moved back toward the medical bag. For a few minutes no one said anything, and Court was quick yet meticulous as he cleaned and redressed her wound.
“I know you’re in a lot of pain.”
She glanced at Court, but all she saw was his profile as he concentrated on her shoulder.
“Jagger said you wanted some OTC meds, but I’m going to leave a few Percocets with you, too. Hopefully you’ll consider taking them because they’ll help you sleep, and you desperately need to spread the healing process along.”
“She said she doesn’t want narcotics.” Jagger’s voice sounded just like his name implied: jagged.
“Actually, it hurts a lot worse than earlier.” She was addressing Court, but had her attention on Jagger. “I think a few would really help, but I should probably eat something first.”
Court put the last piece of tape on her shoulder and put her shirt back over her. After he removed his gloves and cleaned everything up, he pulled a pill bottle out of the bag and tipped four pills out in his palm.
“Take two now, and if you’re still in this much pain tomorrow you can take the other two. But I have more anytime you need it. So just ask, yeah?”
She nodded. He took out a bottle of ibuprofen and set it on the bedside table with the pills. There was a knock on the door, and Drevin came in with a tray of food. Jagger took it from him, and said something low and deep but too soft for her to make out. But she focused on her hands in her lap until she heard the bedroom door shut.
“I hope you’re hungry. Looks like Drevin went overboard on the grub.” Jagger set the tray on the bed beside her, and she eyed it. Apparently Drevin thought she had an appetite like these grizzly shifters. There were two sandwiches that had so much meat and veggies that they were bursting out the sides. There were two oversized pickles, a full bag of chips, and two water bottles.
“Wow, this is enough to feed me for the next couple of days.” She chuckled and lifted her eyes to Jagger. He watched her intently, and her heart slammed against her ribs in response. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel like he knew every little secret she held deep inside of her. “Do you want to join me? I can’t possibly eat all of this, and I hate to see all this food go to waste.” She smiled, hoping to ease some of this wild intensity that was coming over him in turbulent waves. It took him a few seconds to react, but he sat his big frame down on the bed. Jagger was a very large man, so big and muscular that she felt so very feminine around him, and that was saying a lot since she looked far different from the skinny club girls that she saw around here. She had never been skinny, had always been curvy and thick, but embraced it because that was who she was. The bed dipped and creaked from his weight, but when he reached out it wasn’t to grab a sandwich, but to grip the shirt she wore and lift it further up and over her shoulder. Sonya didn’t want to shiver at his touch, but it was hard not to, especially when it seemed just the slightest brush of his fingertips along her skin had fire licking along her body.