My senses didn't fully return until I was lying in a hospital bed, covered by the thinnest blanket known to mankind. Since this was a hospital for sinners, it clearly was an afterthought of the budget department. Looking about the bleak room, I tried to piece together everything that had happened.
There was the explosion... Striker found me and called the ambulance. Then there was the worn-out-looking doctor who told me that besides some nasty bruises, I would be fine. And while fine would be one of the last ways I would have described my current situation, at least there would not be a crippling medical bill to deal with.
Leaning against the pillows, I heaved a sigh of exasperation. Having my semi-peaceful existence disturbed grated on my nerves, no doubt making my blood pressure rise. At least, I assumed so. This hospital room suggested it had not seen a blood pressure monitor in a good long while.
When I was finally discharged by a bored-looking nurse, I dressed as quickly as I could and left the bleak hospital room. Hailing a cab, I made a mental list of everything I needed to do once I got back to my shop. At the top of that list was speaking to a certain sounthern-accented imp.
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Little Shop of Romance | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen the mafia begins offering you protection for a fee, you enlist the help of someone willing to get his hands dirty. From the creator of Bless the Broken Road, Heavy is the Head, and more. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its characters, I'm j...
