It was never-ending.
Something that I really didn’t like.
The fact that I couldn’t talk to her. Console her. Ask her a question. It was physical torture.
“I’ll go get his doctor,” the nurse, at least I assumed she was the nurse, said from the other side of the bed. “Wow, this has never happened like this before.”
I didn’t bother to look at her as she walked out of the room.
In fact, my eyes didn’t even blink as I continued to watch the woman that’d been talking to me in hell.
“Do you want some water?” she asked curiously, reaching long, elegant fingers for a Styrofoam cup at my bedside. She shook it and found it empty. “Sorry, but I drank it all. You weren’t drinking it and…”
“No,” I croaked.
Okay, maybe I needed some water.
But I didn’t want her to leave to go get me some.
I wanted her to stay exactly where she was, within reaching distance.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She smirked. “I can fill it up from the tap, but I can’t leave you. Not when you have someone that has a very substantial hit out on you.”
My brows furrowed as she walked away toward the sink beside my bed.
I was in a very nondescript hospital room with windows on one side, a small alcove, sink, and door on the other.
The only pop of color in the entire place was Belle’s bright royal blue shirt that clung to each and every single curve she had.
And the black yoga pants looked amazing on her shapely ass.
The long, black wavy hair that hung down her back only accentuated how beautiful she was, making me want to raise a hand and sink my fingers into the long locks.
“Do you remember anything?” she asked curiously.
No.
“No,” I voiced my thoughts. “Why? Should I?”
My brain was a bit fuzzy.
In fact, I couldn’t remember much of anything.
“Do you know your name?” she asked.
I frowned. “Bruno Aryus Marks.”
She did a little happy dance as she filled up the water.
“And what’s my name?”
“Belle,” I answered.
“And what am I to you?” she asked.
I tilted my head. “Mine.”
CHAPTER 11