Natalie's POV
“Red, if you keep staring at that door, it ain't gonna make the doctor show up any faster.”
I turned toward Butcher.
“I'm not staring.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“You've looked at it six f*****g times.”
“Seven, actually.”
He chuckled.
I shifted against my pillows, immediately regretting it when the bruising across my chest protested.
“Damn seat belt.”
Butcher was on his feet.
“What do you need?”
“Nothing. Just moved wrong.”
He studied me before adjusting the pillow beneath my arm.
“Better?”
I smiled.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Good.”
I glanced at the clock.
Nine fifteen.
Dr. Mercer had mentioned coming by this morning, and I was desperately hoping she'd let me leave.
Not because I didn't appreciate the hospital staff.
I did.
