Meant to Be Immortal (Argeneau #32) - Lynsay Sands Page 0,64
to help you undress,” Becca put in now, and then asked with concern, “Don’t you remember?”
No, she didn’t remember that at all. She did have a vague recollection of being made to undress and put on a hospital gown, though. At least, she remembered someone tugging at her clothes and helping her struggle into the gown, although those memories were kind of jumbled and fuzzy. She supposed she hadn’t been totally with it yet at that point. But noting the concern on Nurse Becca’s face and the narrowed-eyed look Dr. Pearson was giving her, CJ forced a smile and lied through her teeth, “Yes, of course. I just assumed he would have left by now. I’ve been here for hours.”
“Oh,” Becca said, and both she and the doctor relaxed. “No. His friends joined him a couple hours later and they’ve been in the visitor’s waiting area ever since,” Becca assured her earnestly, and then beamed and added, “He’s been asking the nurses for an update every five minutes. He’ll be relieved to see you up on your feet and moving around.”
“I’m sure,” CJ murmured, pushing the release form toward her. She turned then to find a wheelchair in her path, started to step around it, and then paused when Nurse Becca put a hand on her arm.
“The wheelchair is for you,” she said gently.
“Oh, I don’t need it. I’m fine,” CJ said with dismay.
“Hospital rules,” Nurse Becca said firmly. “All patients get wheeled out to their vehicles. Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall on the way out and sue us.” Her words ended on a grin, but CJ suspected she’d just given the true reason patients were released that way.
“Right,” she sighed, and settled reluctantly in the wheelchair.
“Here we go,” Nurse Becca said cheerfully, pushing her down the hall. “Let’s go find your man and his friends so they can take you home and start pampering you and showing you some TLC.”
CJ snorted at the suggestion. She could only think her “man” and his friends must be Mac and his bodyguards, Bricker and Decker. But none of those three were her “man,” and there definitely wouldn’t be any pampering or TLC coming her way. Fortunately, Nurse Becca didn’t hear—or chose to ignore—her derisive snort and chattered happily away as she wheeled her down the hall.
CJ let the woman’s voice flow over her and wondered over which of the three men had carried her into the ER. The last thing she remembered was . . . well, it was crazy and couldn’t possibly be true. She remembered Justin Bricker’s shout of warning and looking around. She remembered spotting the red pickup barreling down on them, and then she had some crazy recollection of being scooped up, pressed against Mac, and basically tossed forward through the air with him like they were a couple of tiny tots rather than the full-grown adults they were.
She even remembered Mac’s grunt of pain as they slammed into the ground, and the agony that had crossed his face before her head had slammed down into the pavement and she’d lost consciousness.
But none of that could have happened. She and Mac were not toddlers, and even the Rock couldn’t have slammed them together and thrown them around like that. The Hulk maybe could have done it, but he wasn’t real, and even if he had been, Justin Bricker, who had been the one behind them, was no Hulk. He must have just pushed them forward or something, out of the way of the vehicle, and the crazy memory she had was something her mind had dreamed up after she’d hit her head and been knocked out.
“Here we are.”
CJ glanced up at that cheerful announcement from Nurse Becca to see that they’d arrived at a large open area filled with seats at the end of the hall. Movement drew her attention to Mac as he stood and moved toward them with Decker and Bricker following. Her gaze slid over the man, noting that he was wearing a black T-shirt now rather than the blue one she’d bought him, but otherwise he looked perfectly fine. There was no discomfort on his face, or any stiffness in his movements to suggest he’d taken on damage when they’d been pushed out of the way of the vehicle. The memory she had was obviously something she’d dreamt up while unconscious, CJ decided, and tuned in to what Nurse Becca was saying.
“—dizziness, confusion, sensitivity to light, memory issues, sleeping issues, or things