The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: A PROMISE

Abigail

It took just one whiff of antiseptic and I knew I was in a hospital. That was enough to make my eyelids fly open.

There was the low persistent beeping of a monitor, distant voices, and the soft squeak of shoes on the floor.

My eyes swept the white ceiling as I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what the hell I was doing here, and then the pain arrived all at once — horrible and total.

Oh my god, who set me on fire? My ribs, my shoulder, and the side of my head were screaming.

I turned my head slightly and found Annette half out of the chair beside my bed, her eyes red-rimmed and enormous.

"You absolute menace," she whispered and wailed at the same time, snatching my hand with both of hers. "Do you know how long you’ve been out? Do you have any idea—"

Her voice broke and she pressed my hand against her cheek.

"Hey," I rasped. My throat felt like sandpaper. "Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup."

She let out something between a laugh and a sob. "I’ll whoop your ass."

"Give me water first at least," I managed.

She was up instantly, pouring from the jug on the bedside table with trembling hands. I let her help me sip from the straw because my arms felt like they’d been replaced with wet cotton.

River appeared in the doorway and stopped dead the moment she saw my open eyes.

"Thank God." She exhaled. "She’s awake! Annette, she’s awake!"

"I can see that, River."

"Right. Yes." She stepped inside, dragging a hand over her face. Her eyes were puffy and red. Just how long had they been here? They both looked completely spent. "How do you feel?"

"Like a truck hit me," I said. They both stared at me and I winced. "Too soon to joke about it?"

"Extremely," Annette snapped, but she squeezed my hand. I let myself breathe for a moment. The monitor beeped steadily and my ribs burned with every inhale, but I was here. I was awake.

"Angel!" I gasped, trying to push myself upright. Pain detonated across my entire right side. "Finnegan. Where— where are they?"

"She’s fine." Annette’s hands pressed me firmly back against the pillow. "Angel is fine, Abby. Minor cuts. She’s been in and out of this room about forty times since yesterday crying over you. She’s sleeping down the hall right now."

Yesterday?

"How long have I been out?"

"Almost eighteen hours," River replied.

Eighteen hours.

My eyes searched the room. "Where’s Finnegan?"

Neither of them said anything and my heart sank. "River? Where is he?"

They exchanged a look I did not like at all.

"He’s here," Annette said quickly. "He’s here, he’s okay—"

"The truck didn’t touch my eyes, Annie. I can see your faces."

River exhaled slowly. "He had a gash in his side from the crash. He didn’t know. He was so focused on you, he told the paramedics all the blood was yours. By the time they got him here, he’d lost..." She paused. "He lost a lot of blood, Abby. They took him into surgery about an hour after you."

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