Doin' a Dime, Vale, Lynn [top young adult novels TXT] 📗

but Hunt beat me to it.

“She started school as a Villin. All of the students knew her by that name, so we left it like that for the time being until she was done. It’s McJimpsey in some areas but not all. We’re working on getting it changed,” Hunt explained. “By the way, I don’t like that nurse right there. She was mean to my wife. I’d like her to go fuck off.”

I closed my eyes as I tried not to burst into tears.

God, I loved the man.

“Noted,” Dr. Garrick said, giving the nurse at his side a look. “Why don’t you go ahead. I think that Wyett will be able to assist me if I need to do anything.”

I would.

That was what I wanted anyway, so I didn’t complain. Even if Dr. Garrick wasn’t my favorite.

But oh, boy. I could seriously tell that the woman didn’t like being told what to do.

Especially when it coincided with what I’d said originally.

Yeah, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to win any brownie points. Hopefully I never got floated to the ER.

The moment she left, Dr. Garrick turned to me.

“He doesn’t like being touched?” he asked immediately.

I shook my head.

“I think that the blanket helped make him feel ‘secure.’ He was able to have you close and all that fun stuff, but he had a ‘barrier.’ Had he been fully cognitively ‘there’ he wouldn’t have even allowed that. He doesn’t like being close to anyone, being touched, or even thinking about getting touched. If you need help in the next day, please ask me or direct me, and I’ll help in any way that I can,” I offered immediately.

The doctor nodded his head, then leaned his hips against the counter next to the sink.

“I’m keeping an eye on his head. We’re hoping to control the swelling, but there is a possibility that it’ll get worse and require surgery. I’m not sure. Rest assured that if anything happens, we’re going to be here.”

It was only as Garrick was finishing up with his speech that Zach slid further into the room.

I wasn’t rest assured about anything. Just worried now all over again at the thought of my husband requiring brain surgery. I glanced at Zach’s face but it didn’t seem like he was as worried as I was.

Hopefully the doctor was right, and his worst fear wouldn’t come to fruition.

“Someone tried to touch me in the butthole in prison once,” Hunt said to nobody in particular. “I shoved the soap down his throat.”

Zach snorted.

I, on the other hand, wondered if that was real.

Did he actually shove the soap down his throat, or was that a joke?

I looked at Zach, who wasn’t the least bit surprised, then looked over at my own husband.

He was staring at me with a great amount of sincerity.

Maybe it really was real.

I shuddered and turned back to the doctor.

“What do I need to look for during the night?” I asked.

After Dr. Garrick explained, he left, giving Zach a wide berth.

“I swear.” Zach grimaced. “That doctor is the biggest douche in the world. I’m honestly surprised that we’ve managed to spend any amount of time together without murdering each other.”

My lips twisted into a smirk as I helped Hunt get back into bed.

“Well then that makes two of us,” I admitted. “Because he doesn’t really like me either.”

“What did you do to piss him off?” Zach asked as he took a seat at the end of the bed, picking Hunt’s chart up. “My guess is you contradicted him in front of a patient… like I did.”

I snickered. “That was it exactly.”

“Got it in one.” I leaned farther into Hunt, who was now sleeping.

“He looks pretty good other than that.” Zach put the chart back, then went back to staring at Hunt. “He was lucky. That could’ve been bad.”

I knew it, too.

“What was he thinking?” I grumbled.

That was when Sin came into the room.

I hadn’t seen him since I left him with my car in the parking lot.

“That his wife, the woman that he loves beyond reason, has a hitman hell bent on taking her out for a million dollars and he doesn’t like it,” Sin said as he stood in the doorway. “What’s that face for?”

I frowned.

“What?” I asked in confusion.

He gestured to Hunt, who was once again awake.

He was glaring at Sin and Zach.

“She’s mine, assholes,” Hunt growled.

Then I was in between him and the bed rail.

My lips twitched as I tried to find a more comfortable position that didn’t have my lower back digging into the rail, and I wasn’t lying on any wires or tubes.

“She’s all yours, man.” Sin held up his hands. “I have my own anyway.”

Zach’s eyebrows lifted. “Do you?”

Sin scrunched up his nose. “I do.”

And he didn’t sound very happy about it.

“Sin has a baby mama,” Hunt sang. “Sin’s gonna be a dadddddyyyyy.”

Sin narrowed his eyes at Hunt. “Hunt…”

Hunt grinned wickedly before closing his eyes. “Yep. Daddy. Dad. Father. Antonym for mommy. That’s what you’ll be.”

Sin stood up. “How do you know?”

Hunt scrunched up his nose. “I know everything. Everything. Anything you say or do online is always going to be there for everyone to see. I totally stalked your girl. She was talking to an old friend online about how she was pregnant. Meant to tell you, but then this.”

He pointed at his head as if what had happened was just a minor inconvenience instead of a head injury that had the possibility of turning into a major one involving surgery.

“Fuck.” Sin pinched the bridge of his nose.

Without another word to Sin, he turned his head to me. “I want you to have the same name as me. It makes me want to punch people in the face with my Hulk fists when I hear them call you by your maiden name.”

My lips twitched.

“I’d just like you to know that it’ll take me like, two minutes, to change your name everywhere. Say the word, and it’s happening.” His head lolled to the side,