From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485

Savannah followed his gaze. And her face immediately drained of

color. “You’re bleeding.”

Reese looked down, swore under his breath. “Shit. Savannah–call the

doctor. Now.”

She bolted.

I barely had time to register the warm, wet sensation spreading

beneath the bandages before the door burst open again. A doctor

rushed in, followed by two nurses, their movements fast and

practiced.

Hands were on me. Scissors snipped. Bandages came off. Pain flared

as air hit exposed skin.

Savannah stood frozen a few feet away, her hands clamped over her

mouth, eyes wide with horror.

Reese paced the room, running a hand through his hair, muttering

curses under his breath as the medical team worked.

I stared at the ceiling.

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I hated this.

I hated the smell of antiseptic.

I hated the way everyone hovered.

I hated the way my body betrayed me.

I hated being weak.

“I’m not a fucking invalid,” I snapped as the doctor started listing off

things I wasn’t supposed to be doing.

No exertion. No stress. No exercise. No sex.

Fantastic. Old cockblocker.

“Sir,” the doctor said calmly, unfazed, “your wounds have not healed

yet. Any pressure you exert is going to cause the stitches to-”

“When can I leave here?” I cut in.

He blinked. “Leave?”

“Yes. Leave.” I glared at him. “When can I go home?”

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He sputtered, clearly not expecting that. “Well–your wounds are still

fresh. You need supervision-”

“I said I want to go home,” I snapped. “When.”

The doctor glanced helplessly between Savannah and Reese, clearly

hoping one of them would rein me in.

“Roman,” Savannah said sharply.

Reese stepped forward quickly. “He means when he can be transferred

back to his bedroom. Not this medical wing.”

I shot Reese a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “That’s not what I

meant.‘

“Yes, it is,” Savannah said immediately, stepping closer. “When he

can move back into his bedroom.”

I turned to her. “Great. You too?”

She didn’t look at me.

“Well,” the doctor said slowly, “he does seem alert. Oriented. Himself

-which is remarkable, considering. He can move into a regular

bedroom today.”

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Reese nodded once.”

I scoffed. “Great.”

The doctor turned back to me. “Mr. Blackwood, I must strongly advise

caution. Avoid overexertion. Avoid stress. You’ve been in a coma for

two weeks, your body needs time to adjust. Do not push it.‘

I glared at him.

“Thank you, doctor,” Savannah said quickly.

He nodded and left. The room felt smaller after that.

I scoffed. “Fuck him. Old clown.”

“Roman,” Savannah said. “That’s not a nice thing to say.”

“Do I look like I give a damn about being nice?”

She took a breath. “He’s one of the good ones. The other doctor works

for your father. He might be an old clown, but at least he’s

uncorrupted.”

“I don’t care,” I snapped. “All I care about is Ryan.” My jaw clenched

so hard it hurt. “I swear to God, Charlotte won’t recognize him when

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I’m done.”

“Roman-”

“I know,” I cut in. “When I’m healed. I’ve heard it. That’s the only

reason that bastard is still breathing.”

Silence fell.

Reese cleared his throat. “I’ll tell the staff to prepare your room.”

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