He made his way out, leaving Salvatore to take the blood, then lower the lights and give Blair some ice packs before going to set up the scan on her head and ribs.
“I didn’t mean to yell at your family,” Blair said, sniffling as she leaned against me.
“I know you didn’t. They know too. It’s just the way the drugs can fuck with your head and emotions. No one’s gonna take it personally.”
“Okay.”
Her head leaned into me, her eyes drifting closed.
The next few hours seemed to sap what was left of her energy, leaving her nodding in and out while Salvatore told me the results of the scan (no signs of broken ribs or concussion), cleaned up her face, then gave me instructions for care.
“Get her home and cleaned up so she can sleep,” he said, giving Blair a sad smile. “Text me if you have any questions. And I’ll let you know what the tox screen comes back.”
“Thanks, Sal,” I said, taking the little goodie bag of supplies Venezio had supplied and helping Blair back to the car.
Once inside, Blair turned her head and slipped back to sleep almost immediately, giving me a minute to call Leo without freaking her out.
“How is she?” he answered.
“She’s alright. Nothing serious. Just needs to rest and let the drugs fully leave her system.”
“Good. Glad to hear it.”
“What’s going on there?”
“Brio took Danny for questioning. We swept the place three times. There’s no sign of Ronny, Tom, or even the aunts.”
“Damnit.”
“The whole Family is out looking. Someone will find something.”
“I want to take her home.”
“Take her home,” Leo said immediately. “I will tell Lorenzo and Cos to send some men over to your building.”
“What about—”
“After I check in, I will grab Goya from Zeno’s and bring him over. She’s gonna want to see him. And him, her.”
“Thanks, Leo.”
“I got this,” he said. And while I was generally the one taking charge, I knew that Leo was capable of handling things without me. “You take care of your girl.”
With that, we hung up and I drove back toward our apartment building. Emilio met me out front, nodding me over toward the side fire door, where one of his men was holding it open.
I went around to get Blair, lifting her, and carrying her into the building.
“I can walk,” Blair offered.
“You have no shoes. And your feet are chewed up,” I reminded her. “I’ve got you.”
“Should we be back here?” she asked as I took her to my apartment, since her keys were back at the safe house.
“Got a small army of men protecting us now,” I assured her, carrying her past the threshold of my apartment. “Do you want to take a bath, or just have me clean you up before bed?”
“I’m filthy.”
“Quick bath.”
