Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 213

#Chapter 213 - Tattletales

Ella

"Four broken ribs." The doctor assesses grimly, "and with all the exercise you've done since the initial brakes, they haven't been able to set or heal. I have an injection I can give you to fuse the bones quickly, but it's painful, and we still need to set them first."

"What about his other injuries?" Henry inquires anxiously, novelxo seated on the other side of me.

"I’ll do a scan to assess the exact placement of his ribs, and I can extend it to the rest of his abdomen to rule out internal injuries. I don't see anything else of concern.” The doctor shares with much more optimism.

"He's got a good size lump on the back of his head.” I inform the physician, still running my hands through Sinclair's hair.

'Then you two will match." Philippe interjects, reminding us all of the way I headbutted his chin in my attempts to reach Sinclair. novelxo "When you're done with him, you ought to check her for a concussion."

"I hardly think that’s necessary." I complain, reaching back to see if the area is tender, then reflexively wincing when my fingers graze the swollen knot at the back of my skull.

"It is." Five dominant voices assert, the loudest and most forceful coming from my lap. I send Roger, Henry, Philippe and Gabriel mutinous glances, much good that it does me.

"I was already planning on examining her.” The doctor relates, having the unbelievable nerve to look at Sinclair now, rather than me. "From the sounds of it she's been much too active following her collapse."

"What collapse?" Sinclair demands fiercely, his eyes pinning me with a suspicious glare. I turn my indignant gaze on the doctor now, but my mate catches my chin and returns my attention to him. "Don't blame them for telling me what you should have told me yourself."

"And when should I have done that?" I argue, feeling truly overwhelmed now. I can't believe they’re all ganging up on me when Sinclair is injured and needs our attention most. "You’ve been back ten minutes and you're in much worse shape than I am. Rafe and I are fine, you're the one we need to worry about."

"What happened, little wolf?" He asks, his voice gentle, for I'm sure he can sense my genuine distress.

Taking a deep breath, I force the words out in a rush, speaking as quickly as I can in the futile hope that he might not catch all the details. "It wasn’t a big deal. My blood pressure spiked when Gabriel's drones found the wreckage from the bomb, that's all. I passed out and they sedated me. I slept for three whole days, so I'm much better rested and healthy than you are."

Sinclair's pupils contract, and his irate gaze swings to the King. "You let her watch you search for the wreckage?"

Gabriel shifts uneasily from foot to foot. "Well, we didn’t know what we would find. Besides, Ella is the only reason we knew something had happened.”

"And did none of you consider the possibility that you would find us dead?" He sits up, power rolling off of him in heady waves, "It was sickening for me to see that scene and I've been in battle. What the hell were you thinking?" A flash of the gut-wrenching horror Sinclair felt when he woke from the bomb blast slips through our bond, and my wolf whimpers in my head. 1

"Dominic, it’s okay, come back to me." n.ovëx.o I encourage, trying to guide his shoulders back down. He obeys, but I suspect he only does it to settle my wolf.

"It's not okay.” Sinclair tells me, his voice like gravel. He reaches up to cup my cheek. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It might have upset me, but it wasn't enough to convince me you were gone." I remind him, leaning down to kiss his pillowy lips, "My faith in our bond kept me from believing the worst."

"So much so that she didn't eat or bathe, n.ovëx.o or sleep again after she woke up." Philippe offers, his arms crossed over his chest. "She just kept trying to escape."