Ink pressed her face to his chest. “Fine. You win. We’ll wait. Just know that I’m going to spank your ass for being so stubborn once you’re feeling better.”
“I look forward to it.”
37
Hack wasn’t happy.
“Damn it, I told you to make sure she rested,” he grumbled at Ink as he took her temperature. She was lying on top of the bed in Ink’s bedroom. Well, their bedroom now.
“You think I fucking wanted her to get kidnapped?” Ink snapped.
Hack held a light up to her eyes, making her groan in pain.
“Her temperature is now 103.4. She is severely dehydrated. She was already sick and she was out in the rain! And she was shot! Shot! This is unacceptable.”
Last time, Hack had been filled with smiles. This time, he was scowling.
“I’m going to need to clean the wound before I stitch it. She has a concussion. So she’ll require watching carefully.” Hack waved a finger at her. “And this time you will stay in bed. For a whole week.”
“A week!”
“Argue with me and I’ll have Ink go buy some diapers and tie you to the bed.”
She gaped at Ink who just shook his head. “Hack gets upset when people he cares about are hurt.”
“But he’s a doctor!”
“I am. And you will listen to me, little miss.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Ink said grimly.
“Huh. Wish I could believe that.”
Ink’s jaw tightened but he didn’t say anything in response.
“It’s not Ink’s fault. He takes very good care of me.”
“Not that good. You were kidnapped, shot and stuck out in the rain while you were ill,” Ink muttered, clearly blaming himself.
She sighed then coughed. Urgh. She really didn’t feel good.
“It’s not your fault, Ink. Please don’t blame yourself. From what they said, it sounds like they’d been watching me and Sunny for a few days, waiting until they got the go-ahead from Forrest before they did anything. Don’t know what happened to make him send them in now.”
“The FBI and DEA raided his houses and businesses,” Ink said. “He had nothing left to lose.”
“They said he was planning on leaving the country.”
“Fuck it. I’ll find the bastard. There’s nowhere he can hide from me.”
She whimpered in pain as Hack tugged at a piece of material stuck to the injury on her arm.
Ink shot to the doctor’s side, scowling down at him. “Stop fucking hurting her.”
Hack sighed. “The blood has dried and bits of material are stuck in the wound along with a whole lot of dirt. It’s going to hurt a bit but I have no choice. I leave it and she’s going to end up with an infection. I’m also going to have to give her a shot of penicillin to prevent infection.”
“No. No shots.”
“Yes, you will get a shot,” Ink said sternly.
She stuck her lower lip out in a pout. Yep, it was childish. Right then, she didn’t care. She was in pain, she was exhausted and despite the fact that she wasn’t really cold, she couldn’t stop shaking.
“Have you got any more blankets?” Hack asked Ink.
He nodded and moved into the wardrobe, coming back with a couple of the soft blankets she loved. He’d ended up buying one in every color.
Ink lay the blankets over her, and she let out a sigh of happiness.
Hack started cutting off her T-shirt.
“This was my favorite shirt too,” she muttered. “Those bastards ruined it.”
“I’ll buy you another one, sweetheart,” Hack told her soothingly.
“If anyone is buying her a new shirt, it’s me,” Ink said threateningly.
The doctor winked at her. “Such a possessive caveman, isn’t he?”
She smiled, knowing he was trying to ease her pain. He continued to clean her up. It was painful and Ink came and sat beside her.
“Right, Betsy, I need to give you a shot to numb your arm before I stitch it.”
There was a knock on the door and Spike poked his head in. “Any chance we can come in? Royal, Baron and Sunny are going out of their minds.”
Hack sighed. “Fine, they can distract her from the needle.”
The door opened and Sunny ran in. Her right eye was swollen shut and her other eye was red and puffy from crying.
“Sunny!”
She rushed towards Betsy.
“Careful, little bit,” the doctor warned as she grew closer. “Don’t jolt her.”
Sunny’s eyes widened and she nodded fast. “Got it. Oh, Betsy, I was so scared. I thought they were going to kill you!” She knelt next to the bed, dropping her face into Betsy’s