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“I appreciate that,” Mace said. “I just feel awful that this happened at my club. I guess we’ll need to start vetting people who come into the Road Reapers, better. Especially during parties,” he said.
“Yeah, there were a ton of people there tonight,” Spade said, sounding as though he was accusing Mace of something. He wasn’t, but picking a fight with anyone was better than sitting in the hospital room, worrying.
“We’re growing, but I can promise you that if she was drugged, we’ll find out why and who did it,” Mace assured. “Willyou let me know when she wakes up? When she’s ready, I’d love to ask her a few questions.” Spade suddenly felt very protective of a woman he had no right to feel that way about. He knew that Mace would never do anything to hurt or even upset Cynthia, but Spade wanted to tell him to back off.
“Sure,” he said, instead, “but, only when she’s ready.”
“Understood,” Mace agreed, “thanks, Spade.” He ended the call as a doctor walked into the small room. He had been one of the first people to look Cynthia over before a nurse came in to draw her blood.
“We have the test results back,” he said, cutting to the chase. Spade appreciated that since he already felt as though he had waited an eternity for answers. He nodded at the doctor to continue.
“Cynthia had Rohypnolin her system. It appears that she was drugged, and she’s very lucky that she only passed out. This drug, when mixed with alcohol, can be deadly.”
“Shit,” Spade growled. “Will she be okay?”
“She should be,” the doctor assured. “We can’t be sure how much she was initially given, so we’re going to skip the activated charcoal, which is usually what we do, and give her Flumazenil. I’ll have a nurse come in to start the treatment. We will put it right into her IV.”
“Will she wake up then?” Spade asked.
“It will take her some time, and she’ll be groggy when she does wake up,” the doctor said. “She might be here for a day or two, and you’re welcome to stay with her.” That sounded good to him because there was no way that Spade was going to leave Cynthia’s side. Not until they knew who did this to her, and if she’d give him a chance, not even then.
Sleeping on the hard chair had his back feeling like it might break in two. But there was no way that he’d crawl into bed with Cynthia without her permission. He just hoped that she’d wake up soon so that he wouldn’t have to spend another night sleeping on that chair.
Cynthia mumbled something in her sleep and Spade held his breath as though waiting for something else to happen. “Cynthia,” he breathed, standing by the side of her bed. “Wake up, honey,” he said.
“Don’t call me honey,” she mumbled—her eyes still closed.
Spade chuckled and pulled her hand into his own. “Are you going to open your eyes?” he asked, leaving off the honey part this time.
“No,” she grumbled, “why does my head hurt so bad?”
“Because you’re coming off the drugs you were given. The doctor said you will feel like hell for a few days.”
“Well, that sounds great,” she mumbled. “Can I get something for the pain?” she asked.
“Hold tight,” he ordered, “let me get your nurse.” He ran out of the room and found her nurse at the nurse’s station around the corner. “She’s awake and asking for pain meds. She has a headache.”
“That’s normal,” the nurse assured. “I’ll be right in with some medication and will let the doctor know that she’s awake.” Spade nodded his thanks and headed back to Cynthia’s room.
“Your nurse is bringing you in pain medication and letting your doctor know that you’re awake,” he said.
“How long was I out?” she asked.
“Almost a day,” he said. “You had me worried and Charlie and Ink want you to call them as soon as you are up to it. For now, I’ll text Ink to let him know that you’re awake.”
“Thank you,” she said, “I appreciate that.”
The doctor came in and started asking Cynthia a bunch of questions while checking her out completely. Spade had to hand it to the guy, he was thorough. His exam took about a half hour and when he finished, the look of concern on his face worried Spade.
“Can I go home soon?” Cynthia asked. He knew what the doctor’s answer was going to be before he even opened his mouth.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but you will need to stay another night,” the doctor said. “Your bloodwork isn’t back to normal yet and we’d like to keep an eye on you.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she almost shouted.
“It’s for your own good,” the doctor insisted.
“It’s only one night,” Spade said. “You can do anything for just one night. I’ll even spend the night with you again.” She shot him a look and he could see the anger in her eyes. That was too bad because she was going to follow the doctor’s orders even if he had to physically sit on her to get her to do so.
