Any Day Now - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,70
work there since she’d begun her nursing career, so it came as a surprise to hear that she was here doing her internship on the ER floor when she’d said that she would, in no uncertain terms, never work in the ER.
“Yeah, apparently our perks aren’t good enough for her down here,” Zach said as he finished typing. “All right, got all of the prescriptions I want you to take in the computer. They’ll be called down to your pharmacy in a couple of minutes. Tonight, I want you to take it easy. Spend the first couple of days chilling. Don’t do anything strenuous.” He looked at the two of us. “Just so you know, sex is strenuous,” he instructed as I snickered.
“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that, Zach.” I rolled my eyes.
Zach looked away from me and to Adam. “When she was seven, she sliced her leg open on a barbed wire fence that she tried to scale when following the boys around,” he told Adam. “When we finally found her, crying and screaming, it was to see her entire leg gaping open. I could see the bone. At least, to my mind, it was bone. It was actually fat. Anyway, long story short, she got seven stitches in her leg and was told to take it easy for a couple of days. Guess who cut open her abdomen two days later?”
Adam snorted. “That sounds like my girl.”
I rolled my eyes. “I was the baby of the bunch. Nobody wanted to hang out with me. I had to do things that I didn’t want to do because it was the only way anybody ever paid attention to me.”
Zach snorted. “It wasn’t that nobody wanted to hang with you. It was that nobody wanted to suffer the wrath of Silas if you got hurt on our watch. It was easier to leave you behind than have to deal with your dad losing his shit.”
Adam burst out laughing at that, his eyes turning to me. “He’s so fucking right it’s scary.”
I patted Adam’s forearm. “I’ll be good. For now.”
He squeezed the only spot on my leg that wasn’t bruised. “I appreciate that. Your father wants to kill me enough.”
Just as I said that, there was a commotion in the hallway.
I looked up to see Hilton Barnes and Rogan Germain being led out of the hospital.
And what did you know? They had to be led down the hallway that was lined with my family and friends.
Just before Rogan got to Booth, who was at the beginning of the line, he flinched. Booth grinned.
When they got to Bourne, who was cracking his knuckles, Rogan went white.
Catori had her phone out and was filming. “This is on Facebook live. Wave to your fans, Rogan.”
I almost swallowed my tongue.
The officers that were leading Rogan and Hilton coughed to smother their laughs.
“Hey, Rogan?” Nathan called. “Can I have your autograph? I can wait until you get uncuffed down at the station.”
That caused Reggie to snort out a laugh that turned into a cough.
Zach clapped her on the back a few times in response.
On they went until they finally got to my brothers.
Sebastian, who was the first one they hit, reached his foot out and tripped Hilton.
Hilton stumbled and glared, only to come up short when Sam was there when he turned back around.
Hilton came to a stop but didn’t rise to the bait.
“Careful,” Sam said. “You don’t want to get hurt again.”
Sam stepped back, leaving my dad and my mom standing there at the end of the hall.
But it wasn’t my dad who looked the scariest. It was my mom.
The moment that the two men got to them, my mom stepped forward and stared both men down.
They were forced to stop or run right into her.
“I was in prison for a little bit,” she said as she looked from Hilton to Rogan and back. “I saw some things that weren’t always the fairest. I also saw some things that I never want to experience again in my life. And, I thought, I wouldn’t wish those things on my worst enemy.” She stopped, her gaze on Rogan. “But I was wrong. I hope that you experience those things. I hope that you wake up and wonder who’s in the cell with you, about to make you his bitch. I hope that the guards get heavy-handed with their weapons. I hope that you get to experience what it’s like not to eat for days