Love Me (One Night with Sole Regret 12) - Page 2

Chapter Two

Chad gripped the sheet on either side of hips as his bed spun around a corner and through a set of double doors.

Why did these assholes insist on moving him all over this godforsaken planet? Was it asking too much that he be allowed to rest for five damned minutes before they wheeled him onto yet another helicopter or airplane? Wasn’t that what injured people were supposed to do? Rest?

“Your family will be here in a few hours, Sergeant Mitchell,” the young nurse said as she bent to lock the wheels of his bed. “Would you like me to clean you up a little before they arrive?”

Was he dirty?

“Where am I?” he asked, his voice so hoarse he scarcely recognized it as his own. The persistent ringing in his ears, which had never completely gone away since the explosion, muffled every sound anyway.

“We told you when you first arrived,” she said. “Try to remember.”

He closed his eye—the one not bandaged over—and tried to find focus, but everything that had happened in the last week was one giant blur of being moved from place to place and of various medical staff telling him information he couldn’t keep straight.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, wishing the bed beneath him would swallow him. Had he lost his mind as well as his leg, a young soldier he’d been responsible for training, his bomb-sniffing canine, his career, and God only knew what else?

“You’re at the San Antonio Military Medical Center on Fort Sam.”

“Texas?” A knot swelled in his throat, threatening to choke him.

“That’s right.” She squeezed his shoulder. “You’re home, soldier.”

“Home.” Well, close. Austin was a mere eighty miles away. A hot tear streaked from beneath Chad’s closed lid and down the side of his face. Tears? He gritted his teeth, hating his weakness. Marines couldn’t afford to show weakness. But while at heart he’d always be a soldier, his body was no longer fit for combat. It didn’t matter that to make Josie happy and to try to rekindle the relationship that had fizzled while he’d been gone, he’d decided not to reenlist. Giving up the military had been his choice. Hitting that trip wire had been chance. He gritted his teeth even harder, hating his body, hating his fate, hating himself.

“I’m going to give you something for pain so you can rest,” the nurse said, and before he could get his turbulent emotions back under control, warmth spread from his IV up his arm, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

There was an angel standing over his bed. The halo above her head made her blond hair glow golden, and her face lit up with a welcoming smile. She had the biggest bluest eyes he’d ever seen, and if the beautiful ethereal creature would allow it, he’d happily spend eternity staring at her. He wondered why she didn’t have wings and why she was swollen with child. But who was he to question the afterlife? He was ready to move on to his next existence. He only wished he’d had the opportunity to see his family one last time before he’d passed on.

“Owen,” the angel said. “He’s awake!”

Owen practically shoved the angel to the floor in his haste to squeeze Chad breathless. Chad was aware that his brother’s hugs would have caused him a lot of pain if they hadn’t kept him so drugged up.

“I think you’re breaking another one of my ribs, little brother,” he said as he lifted a hand and patted Owen’s soft hair. Every inch of Chad’s body felt heavy. He shifted his gaze to the angel, who was still perfect, still smiling, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m sorry,” Owen said in a strangled voice, his grip slackening. “Thank God you’re okay.”

Okay? How in the hell did Owen define okay? Chad was a fucking disaster both inside and out, and he knew it. But he wasn’t dead. Was he glad for that? He wasn’t sure just yet.

The dog tags Owen wore around his neck swung down and bumped against Chad’s chin. When Chad had left for boot camp eight years ago, he’d given Owen a set of dog tags to stop his blubbering. The tags didn’t have Owen’s full identifying information like Chad’s real ones did, just his name. But Owen never took them off. The shiny tag nestled among the more battered pair caught Chad’s attention. The newer addition to Owen’s tag collection had Chad’s name engraved on it. Their brother-by-circumstance, Kelly, had given it to Owen for Christmas last year, and Owen wore it with unwavering devotion. His brother-by-blood was a sentimental sap. Always had been.

“I’m home for good now,” Chad said, giving the tags a flick with his oddly heavy hand. “You don’t have to wear these anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” Owen said, leaning in to hug him again. He was more careful with Chad’s ribs that time. “I didn’t pray for you that night. I didn’t pray, and you . . . you . . .”

Owen choked on a sob, and Chad slid a comforting hand down his back, but he said through the knot in his throat, “You think this is your fault?” He slapped his silly brother on the back of the head. “Dumbass.”

It was Chad’s fault. All of it. He was the one who’d triggered the IED. He had no one to blame but himself.

After a moment, Owen released him and rubbed the tears from his eyes. He didn’t remove the dog tags. Chad doubted he ever would.

“Who’s the angel?” Chad asked, nodding at the pretty woman, who flushed. She looked a lot like Kellen’s girl. They’d all gone fishing together once—him, Owen, Kellen, and Sara—but she’d tragically died from cancer. This angel was prettier and alive and smiling at him.

“I’m Lindsey,” she said.

Owen might have mentioned her, but then, Chad could have imagined it. He was still having a hard time distinguishing reality from the tangle of weird shit going on in his head.

“Your girlfriend?” Chad asked, for some reason disappointed by the realization. Which was weird, because he was going to marry Josie, who he’d fallen for in high school. And also weird because he would never consider making a move on his brother’s woman no matter how beautiful she was.

“No, you’re thinking of Caitlyn,” Lindsey muttered. “She’s Owen’s girlfriend.”

That name rang a bell of familiarity. Owen must have told him about her before . . . before everything had changed.

“I’m just the baby mama,” Lindsey said, running a hand over her large belly.

“What?” Chad blinked at her. Was she implying that she and Owen were expecting? She had to be at least seven months along. How had his brother—who told him everything—not mentioned that he was going to be a father?

“God, Lindsey, don’t just blurt shit out like that,” Owen said, and rose to sit on the edge of Chad’s bed. His face was wet with tears again, which he wiped at with the back of his hand. “She’s a potential baby mama,” he said, which made Lindsey’s smile fade and all her light evacuated the room. “Caitlyn couldn’t come.” He focused on the floor, a sure sign he was about to deliver bad news. “And neither could Josie.”

Chad’s heart twisted. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to see Josie anyway. She’d hated that he’d enlisted without her approval and then taken on a second tour of duty against her wishes, and he could only guess what her reaction would be when she saw what had become of him because of that decision. She’d probably level him with a big I told you so. He hadn’t hinted to her yet that he was giving up the military to make a family and a home with her, just like she’d wanted. He supposed that would be obvious now, though he did know an amputee who still served in combat. If he really wanted to continue his service, he probably could, but he didn’t think he could force himself to go back. Not without Jawa at his side. Not knowing that even with all his training he hadn’t been able to save Emerson, would no longer be there to keep his platoon safe, couldn’t— He shoved those thoughts deep into the deepest reaches of his mind. If he dwelled on them, he might fall apart, and his body was already in pieces. He wasn’t sure he could take his mind following suit.

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