The Prison Project (by Bethany Donaghy) novel Chapter 204

Margot’s POV

“I’m just making sure she’s looked after properly,” he said flatly after a beat.

The doctor raised brow slightly but didn’t push it.

“Of course,” he replied smoothly, before turning his attention back to me. “Any dizziness? Nausea? Trouble sleeping?”

I shook my head.

“No… actually, I slept really well with the pill you gave me.” I told him, almost shocked it had actually worked.

He smiled faintly at that.

“Good. That means the medication is doing its job. I’ll give you another for tonight.” He states, as I thanked him.

“I’ll keep you on the same pain management for now, but I want you taking it easy. No unnecessary movement, no stress on your body…”

His eyes flicked briefly intentionally toward Coban.

“…and that includes anything that might aggravate your injuries.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly at the implication, but Coban only scoffed under his breath.

“She’s not lifting a finger unless she needs to,” he muttered his compliance, changing the topic.

The doctor gave a small nod, seemingly satisfied.

“I’ll also fix some fresh bandaging for you and a follow-up for tomorrow, just to keep everything clean and healing properly.” He made a move for the supplies.

“Thank you,” I said softly, amazed by how kind this doctor was compared to the rest.

He smiled once more before moving toward the cabinet, rummaging around.

And for a moment…

Everything felt like it was actually going to be okay in the end.

I’d heal. I’d move on. Coban would change for the better. He’d make it out of this place…

But as I glanced toward Coban, still standing there.

Still tense.

Still scanning the room like he was waiting for something to go wrong…

I knew that sense of calm wouldn’t last for long.

Because Addison was still somewhere in this building.

And sooner or later…

We were going to run into her.

The final wrap of fresh bandaging was secured carefully around my ribs, the doctor’s hands gentle but firm as he stepped back to assess his work.

“That should do nicely,” he nodded. “Keep these dry, we can change them again tomorrow if you remove them to shower and remember – rest.”

“I will,” I promised, sliding off the bed slowly.

Coban was already moving the second my feet hit the floor.

Like a switch had flipped the moment the doctor was done with me.

“Thanks,” he muttered toward the doctor, but his attention wasn’t there anymore.

It was elsewhere.

Already gone.

And before I could even process it-

His hand found mine.

Firm.

Possessive.

“Coban…” I started, but he was already pulling me past the door and toward something…

Fast.

Moving too fast.

And as I looked up, I realised what exactly was going on…

“Coban… what are you doing?!” I hissed under my breath, trying to slow my steps, but his grip only tightened.

“Handling something.” he muttered.

Before I could argue or try to stop him again, we reached the centre of the floor.

The nurses’ station straight ahead…

And there, now sat behind that very desk, was her!

Addison!

My stomach dropped instantly at the sight of that blonde ponytail and today’s choice of red lipstick – seeming highly inappropriate for a prison medical wing…

She was mid-conversation with another nurse, flicking through a clipboard, like she didn’t have a care in the world, until-

Her eyes lifted.

And locked onto us.

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