Ava's POV
Wednesday — 12:36 p.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
I had officially discovered something worse than being stuck in a hospital bed.
Retirement.
I stared at the ridiculous pink crown sitting in my lap.
Three days of doing absolutely nothing.
It hadn't even been twelve hours, and I was ready to climb the walls.
Blaze sat beside me, talking with Iron.
“Hey, handsome?”
He turned.
“What do you want, Darlin'?”
I gasped.
“Why do you automatically assume I want something?”
Iron chuckled.
“Because you used that voice.”
I pointed at him.
“Nobody asked you.”
Blaze grinned.
“What do you need?”
“Can I borrow your phone?”
“What for?”
“I need to call Dr. Patel.”
“Darlin', you're supposed to be resting.”
“I am resting!”
I gestured toward my pink blankets.
“I'm
