asked.
"No," a woman replied. "She's just sleeping. Her body has been through a trauma and she needs a lot of rest to regain her strength, but all in all she's in pretty good shape for someone who had a building collapse on top of her. She'll wake when she's ready."
"Not good enough," Fox growled. "I need to be sure she's okay. And I can't do that until I can look into her eyes and hear her say the words."
"Well you'll likely have to wait until tomorrow for that. She needs rest more than she needs to soothe your concerns," the woman bustled and a door closed a moment later.
"Does that bitch know who the fuck I am?" Fox snarled.
"Everyone knows exactly who you are," JJ snapped, his tone harsher than I was used to. "A ruthless son of a bitch who will rip the world apart just so long as you get whatever the fuck you want."
"JJ," Fox gritted out. "You know that in my position, I have to-"
"Shhh," I mumbled, lifting a bandaged hand and waving it in the direction of their voices to silence their noise.
The sound of a chair scraping across linoleum was instantly followed by the feeling of a set of hands clasping my good one and someone else running their fingers down the side of my face.
"Rogue?" Fox asked, his voice cracking on my name.
"It's us, pretty girl," JJ said softly.
I groaned a little then forced my eyes to part, finding Fox right in my breathing space, his eyes hunting mine as his fingers pushed into my hair.
"Are you alright, baby? Do you know where you are?" Fox asked.
"Being suffocated by a badger," I mumbled, my fingers flexing around JJ's as I felt his lips press to the back of my hand and a choked noise escaped him.
"Fuck, I never thought I'd be glad to hear you call me that," Fox breathed a laugh, but the pain in his green eyes didn't falter and I frowned as it drew me in.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, trying to see past him to JJ but he was devouring the space around me and trapping me in those emerald eyes.
Fox kissed me and I stilled, my throat closing up as my fingers tightened on JJ's and I didn't even know if I should kiss him back or shove him off or just close my eyes and fall back into the dark. My skin came alive for him though, my treacherous heart racing as he branded his name onto my lips and tried to drive it all the way down to my soul.
"Get the fuck off of her and let her breathe," JJ snarled and Fox actually did as he'd asked, pulling away and sighing, his head dropping as he swiped a hand down his face and allowed JJ to move forward.
"Hey, pretty girl," Johnny James murmured as he looked down at me, a smile playing around his lips which seemed full of relief, though it fell away again so fast that I couldn't be certain. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I could use a water," I replied, licking my lips and tasting blood from a split in one of them.
A cup appeared with a straw jammed in the top of it and JJ guided it between my lips, holding it in place as I drank down the lot and sighed.
"You can sit up if you want to," JJ said, handing me a little control thingy for the bed and I played with it until I was mostly upright.
I glanced down at my bandaged hand, feeling a dull ache in my left leg too as I tried to piece together what had happened, but the hours I’d spent stuck down in that safe had merged into one long nightmare and I wasn’t totally sure how much my memories of it reflected reality and how many were figments of my imagination.
“You have a bitch of a cut on your leg,” JJ explained softly, lifting the covers to show me the dressing taped to my left calf. “It’s been cleaned up and glued shut though, so it’ll be all good within a few weeks. And they said your fingers are just badly bruised and swollen – no breaks.”
He gave me a reassuring smile as he tucked the covers back over me and I sighed as I leaned back against the pillows, plucking at my hospital gown with my good hand.
“Who knew having a building collapse on you could be so anticlimactic,” I muttered