"Take a seat," Sebastian says as I pace the tiled floor.
"You take a fucking seat," I snap at him, he raises a brow, and Spencer snickers behind his hand.
"Okay let's calm down," Genevieve suggests. I sigh and shove my hands into my hair. We've been sitting in the hospital waiting room for over an hour now, we aren't family, despite Genevieve being an emergency contact for Imogen, we're waiting for Taryn.
"What's the point of having you as an emergency contact when you can't go and see her," I stress to Genevieve.
"Jaiden, breath. The nurse said she was fine."
"She's getting stitches," I sigh. The only information we were able to get from a nurse was that Imogen was fine and all she needed was stitches. I'm going to kill whoever smashed into her car but first I need to know if she's okay. "Thank fuck Taryn," I sigh as she rushes in.
"I'm sorry, I was in New York for a work thing," she sighs eyeing everyone behind me. "Come on," She says nearing the nurse's station. Thankfully I was able to go back with Taryn even if I'm not family.
"God that hurts like a bitch," a loud voice says, Taryn and I glance at each other knowing that voice as a nurse laughs. A nurse shows us into a room and it's like I can finally breathe at the site of Imogen, I assess her carefully, her left hand is wrapped up and the nurse is working on her stitches.
Imogen eyes us from the corner of her eye and her body relaxes "Jesus Christ Imogen," Taryn sighs as I step around her.
"The car hit me, the car also hit two other cars," Imogen grumbles but she also extends her right arm for me and I slip my hand into hers sitting on the bed.
"Have you talked to the police?" I ask her and she nods leaning into me.
"I'm going to go see if they know who hit you," Taryn sighs walking out.
"It'll sting for a bit but you are all fixed," The nurse says stepping away from her.
"Thank you," Imogen says and the nurse smiles.
"I'll leave you in good hands," she smiles over at me and I give her a small nod. She clears up her station before leaving. I cup her jaw in my palm and turn her head, I glance over her forehead and sigh.
"My car is fucked," She says.
"I don't care about the car sweetheart, I care about you, what's up with your wrist?" I ask stroking her cheek.
"Light sprain," she holds up her left arm. "Mom said she'd handle my car, so that means Hank's money," she grumbles.
"You aren't telling me something Imogen, what's wrong?" I ask her.
She sighs and glances up at me "I swear it was the same guy that came into my work, that time I called you freaking out?" She asks and I nod, of course I fucking know. "I swear it was him."
My jaw tightens "Okay," I nod and that's the end of the conversation. "Let's go home," I tell her and she nods and we stand.
"How do I look? With the stitches and all?" She asks as I pocket her phone into my jeans.
I stifle a laugh and cup her cheeks "beautiful," I murmur kissing her forehead and then lightly kissing the corner of her forehead where her stitches are. "Come on, everyone's in the waiting room," I say. We find Taryn outside talking to the police, I suggest she goes out to the waiting room. She gives me a knowing look before nodding, I step beside Taryn and listen to what the police have to say.
"She said it's the same guy from that one time at the diner," I mumble to Taryn as we walk down the hall. She sighs "Taryn look," I begin as we push through the double doors.
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Gambling Love
ChickLitHis hands itch for another game of cards, just one more round is his life motto. If he isn't losing money from the round table, he's losing it to his unstable mother. He's in a constant cycle of addiction until he sees her, with streaks of pink and...
