Chapter 28
Creedence
Everything in my body froze.
My heartbeat stopped.
My chest constricted.
A fresh wave of tears formed in my eyes, and in a hoarse voice, I whispered, “Take me to him.”
The doctor shook his head, “I’m sorry.”
I growled.
“Take him to me, right fucking now.”
The doctor sighed, then nodded.
Uncle Knox helped me stand, and I shrugged off hands that reached for me as I wobbled.
Then I followed the doctor.
And at my back, I heard Uncle Knox mutter, “Should have named him Armor.”
It was my dad who asked, “Why?”
“‘Cause he’s her armor. Even when no one knew about it, he was there in the dark, keeping her safe.”
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I ignored the nurses who looked at me in horror.
I ignored the whispers.
I ignored the stares.
I ignored the doctor as he spoke, telling me about the eight bullets my man took as he raced to me.
I ignored the ventilator he was hooked to.
I ignored the words, “Best you say what you need to say now. He has minimal brain activity. Tell us when you're ready, and we will remove the machine that is keeping him alive.”
I headed to my man, who was covered in blood, still with white bandages wrapped across his entire chest.
I bent my head and pressed my lips to the pulse point in his neck and whispered, “You fucking promised me, Alexander Lawrence, you were mine. The man above can’t have you.”
Tears trailed down my cheeks and hit his skin.
I never wanted to be numb ever again.
And as the fire to my soul lay in that bed, I worried.
Numb wasn’t the best place to be.