Natalie's POV
Saturday — 2:17 AM
Secure Hospital — South Carolina
“Son of a biscuit!”
I opened my eyes, immediately regretting the attempt to shift onto my side.
My chest hurt.
My ribs hurt.
Even my forehead seemed determined to remind me that yesterday had been one hell of a day.
I reached for the call button.
“Red?”
Butcher's deep voice came from the chair beside my bed.
“Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you.”
He was standing before I finished speaking.
“What happened?”
“Nothing new. My pain medication wore off.”
“Where's it hurting?”
“Everywhere. Especially where the seat belt caught me.”
His eyes traveled over my bruised chest.
His jaw tightened.
“Fuck.”
“Butcher, don't look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you're about to hunt down the seat belt and murder it.”
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