“Yes ma’am.”
Once she’s gone, I start to sit up, untangling myself from the cuddle puddle we established when I came in. She’s so damn warm it’s almost scalding. I roll away from her and pick my phone up off the little table next to the bed. Turning the screen on, I see a barrage of texts from several people. Babel, letting me know that things were taken care of and I won’t need to stay at the B&B anymore. Matias left a few too asking me if I was safe and if there was anything I needed from him. Then there’s the sixty calls and five thousand text messages from Kace.
Hubby Material
This hospital food is terrible.
Hubby Material
Why do I have to stay here again?
Hubby Material
What floor are you on so I can come see you?
Hubby Material
Nadia…
Hubby Material
I’m going to count to ten.
Hubby Material
Ten. Where are you?
Hubby Material
I’m going to pull the fire alarm.
Hubby Material
Here I go.
Hubby Material
Dammit, Nadia. Please tell me where you’re at. I’m getting worried.
That last one came in about ten minutes ago. Poor guy is likely going frantic right now. Right on time, there’s another knock at the door, in which I give them permission to enter.
“Dietary.”
“Hi, yes. Sorry, give me a moment, I was trying to respond to messages and got side tracked.”
“No worry, Miss. I’ll leave her tray here.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem, is there anything I can get you? Water, juice, ice cream?”
“I appreciate that but no, I’m okay.”
“Very well. Give us a call if you need us.”
“You got it, Ghostbuster’s.”
“New version or old?”
