Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
PENNY
Small memories flick through my consciousness.
Although I can’t tell what’s real and what’s a hallucination.
I remember meeting Apollo. I get glimpses of him taking care of me, feeding me water, placing cool cloths on my forehead.
But I also remember seeing Ry, Brax and Indy looking down at me, touching my face and asking what’s wrong. Were they here too?
My stomach rolls and I think I manage to say, “I’m gonna be sick.” Strong hands help roll me to my side and I puke on the ground. I feel a hand holding my hair back, and another rubbing my back. Is that only two hands I feel?
Tears leak down my face as I continue to hurl.
I want Ry, Brax and Indy to be here so badly right now.
I want them to hold me and tell me everything will be okay.
If I really was just here with Apollo… well, I knew he wasn’t a bad man, in fact, he sounded like the opposite, but I still didn’t know him. He wasn’t mine like they were.
“It’s okay, just let it out, it’ll be okay.” The voice is so similar to Indy’s, but it’s rougher, like he hasn’t used it much. How long has he been out here?
When I finally stop gagging, I feel my body shake. Why am I so cold? Apollo pulls me back from the edge, turning me to face him. I know I’m a mess, my eyes feel swollen from crying, I’m filthy, tired, nauseous and cold.
Shivers wreck my entire body as I ask through clattering teeth, “I’m scared, why am I so cold?”
“Your body is fighting the poison and the heat.” Poison? I lift my hand to see it has a new bandage on it. It was hurting a lot, were those spikes poisonous? “Lay down, you need to get warm,” he instructs.
I do as he says and try to snuggle down under the thin blanket, but my body won’t stop shaking. Where are my men? How long have I been out here?
“H-how long h-have I b-been h-here?” I stutter out.
“A day.” I wait for him to say more but realize he must not be a big talker, or else he just wasn’t used to talking to people.
When I feel another wave of nausea hit me, I groan, rolling to my side and curling into a ball, holding my stomach as I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want him to see my cry, but I’m scared.
“A-am I g-going to die?” I sniff, wishing my mates were here. His silence speaks volumes. Fuck, I am aren’t I? “I w-want m-my mates.” I can’t stop myself from crying and I bury my face in my hands.
I hear him let out a big sigh before the bed dips, and his body presses in behind me. He’s on top of the cover, but he presses his chest to my back and wraps an arm around me.
“I’m just trying to help warm you up,” he whispers, like he doesn’t want me to misunderstand his actions.
I want to pretend he’s Indy, but I can’t.
He feels similar to his twin, but Apollo is a bit wider, closer to Brax’s frame.
“There isn’t much I can offer you, Little Angel, but I promise to do my best to help you get better, and I will take care of you until your mates arrive.
” His words speak volumes about his character.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and pray for my guys to arrive soon.