Chapter 11

Seeing Lochlann standing over me, his eyes hard and his jaw clenched, I wanted to throw myself under the bed and hide like a little kid. Instead, I was so startled that I yanked on my arm that had the IV in it, making the machine start beeping in warning.

“What the hell?” I tried moving the IV stand, but it only kept beeping.

“Unfold your arm,” said Lochlann, tapping on my forearm. 

I’d bent my arm in half, the IV line in the crook of my elbow. The nurse hadn’t been able to get a line into my wrist, citing that I had tiny veins that didn’t like needles. I hesitated at Lochlann’s command, and he sighed.

“The line is kinked,” he explained. He took my arm and straightened it, and the machine finally decided it was going to shut up. 

Right then, a nurse came in. “I heard beeping. Everything okay?” She checked my IV and turned to me. “You’re looking a bit better, dear. How are you feeling? Any more nausea?”

I blushed, wishing Lochlann would go away. “It’s better.”

“Good. I’