“Yeah.” He shoved both hands into his pants pockets. “As Goose’swife, that makes you a member of the Speed family, and we take care of our own.”
I let my head fall back into its position against Sasha’s shoulder. “As long as I can stay here with him, I don’t need anything else. But thank you.”
Maddox nodded. “Well, if you think of anything or his condition changes, don’t hesitate to reach out. Got it?”
My response was a hum as I buried my face into Sasha’s chest. The comforting sound of his heartbeat lulled me back to sleep.
Chapter 30
Goose
There was a weightsettled over my chest. I knew instantly it was Gemma.
Her scent surrounded me, but when I went to slide a hand through her hair, for some reason, my arm wouldn’t cooperate. Nor could I force my eyes open to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face, most likely relaxed in sleep.
Huh. That’s strange.
I felt her shift above me, then the brush of her fingertips over my face.
Why the fuck can’t I open my eyes? I want to look at her!
“Baby, please.” Gemma’s voice broke, and alarm bells sounded in my brain. “Please wake up.”
I’m trying, I swear.
“It’s been a week since they weaned you off sedation, and your scans look good, so the doctors say there’s no reason you shouldn’t be awake by now.”
Doctors? What’s she talking about?
Like a flip was switched, I recalled driving to the arena and swerving to avoid a collision, only to end up rolling my car. I couldn’t remember anything past that.
Gemma sniffled, and the pieces fell into place.
I must be in the hospital after the crash.
Then, my heart sank as her words finally made sense.
She was begging me to wake up after a week of unconsciousness. And focusing all my energy on lifting my eyelids yielded zero results, though I could still hear her voice.
I was in a coma.
“I’m so sorry.” Gemma muffled a sob against my chest.
It’s not your fault, baby.
“I love you, Sasha. Please come back to me.”
I love you, too.
I’d spent months praying I would hear those words fall from her lips, but never could I have imagined being unable to vocalize my love in return.
This must be what Hell feels like.
Words were whispered in Russian, and it took a minute for my brain to translate the language of my childhood.
“Aleks, watch over our boy.”
Shit, my mom was here. And she was begging my dad to look out for me.
