“That bad, huh?”
She blows out a breath that turns into a yawn. “I don’t think she slept for more than five minutes last night.” Leo sighs again then buries her face between my pecs. “Mostly she just held me in a bear hug and mumbled about howshe’ll be damned if she lets anyone take me from heragain. I had to put her pill in a jelly donut and beg her to eat it because I was worried about her sugar dropping.”
I bet Justine loved that.“She still fought you, didn’t she?”
“Tooth and nail.” Leo lifts her head to look at me again. “She’s worse than a toddler throwing a tantrum over broccoli.”
Nodding my head in agreement because I don’t doubt that for a second, I dip my chin and kiss my girl, grateful that once again she was able to walk away from the fuckery that seems to follow us everywhere.
She deserves to catch a fucking break.
And to take a month-long nap.
Leonor looks so damn tired right now, I’m not sure leaving the hotel is the right thing to do.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?”
She nods, hugs me a little harder then turns to go looking for her boots. “I have to go.”
“You could reschedule.” But she won’t.
“I can’t.”Called it.“This has been a long time coming and after everything that’s happened…”
I just nod and watch her hunt for her shitkickers.
Today’s appointment could not have had more terrible timing if we’d actually planned it.
Leo’s last one with her OB, the oneaftershe was attacked a few months ago, didn’t go how any of us wanted it to.
She needed to get in and get checked out, to have a fucking rape kit done after what happened but because of Leonor’s situation and all the damage done to her body, they specifically had her obstetrician perform everything because she knows our girl’s insides the best. And since Lucius is a basket case, Leo let him sit in on everything and he was the one who blurted out a bunch of questions about the mass in her uterus.
That, of course, caused a fight, shit that all of us ended up dragged into but when it was all said and done, my princess and her doc filled us in.
Dr. Morgan, her OB, is pretty convinced that it’s just scar tissue from the first attack but since it seems to have changed shape, and Leo has had some weird spotting since the shit at the mansion, she’s been keeping a close eye on it. Close enough that she told Leonor she was scheduling a CT scan and a sonohysterogram for her as soon as she had openings.
Both of which are today.
We got the call last night from Dr. Morgan herself about getting to the hospital this morning and she was pretty insistent that Leonor make sure to go.
None of us wanted her to, which surprised her, but after the show last night, it felt like too much, too soon. She hasn’t even slept by the look of her, not even a few minutes and I know Leonor hasn’t eaten hardly anything since we had lunch yesterday. Her sugar was 69 last night and it wasn’t much better when Mark checked it before he and Norman left, so all in all, our girl could really use at least a day to recover from everything.
Leo decided to go anyway.
I was less than thrilled but it isn’t my body or my decision and while I’m worried as hell over what could be going on with our girl, I’ve kept my cool and tried to be as supportive as I can be. We all have but we’re scared. It’s almost like we don’t want to think anything else could be wrong with Leonor after all she’s been through, like God or the fucking universe or whoever can’t be that fucking cruel. Putting it off or living in denial isn’t the way to deal with it, though.
Until Dr. Morgan called we’ve been dealing with it ok but that appointment confirmation was enough to put that to the test.
It got to the point where I had to send Lucius down for the van because he was starting to get obsessive about which donut would give Leo the best blood sugar reading without sending it too high, which was making both his and our girl’s anxiety spike, so I sent him on a mission while she tried to get Justine to sleep while we’re gone.
“You ready, princess?” I ask as Leo finishes lacing her boots, my phone buzzing in my pocket at the same time.
LUCKY: I am seconds from running over all of the vultures that are camped out across the street. You know they’re just waiting for us to leave so they can follow.
They are but we’re used to that. It’ll be fine as long as you’re outside the back door.
LUCKY: Staff entrance. The one in back through the kitchen.
We’re on our way down.
