CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sunday
Manda swam up through layers of fog. A strange beeping noise followed her, and voices echoed.
Her head hurt, worse than she'd ever experienced. She whimpered as she moved, and then again as she tried to shift in the narrow bed, and her bruised body protested as well.
"Manda," said a firm but kind voice. "Manda? Can you open your eyes for me?"
With a great effort, she complied. A woman with short, spiky, dark hair and red glasses was gazing down into Manda's eyes. She wore a top with teddy bears on it, and a stethoscope around her neck.
The effort of focusing on her was too much, so Manda closed her eyes again.
"No, no going back to sleep just yet. Open your eyes, Manda. That's right." This time, the woman smiled at her. "Great job. I'm Kate, your nurse today."
A nurse? Manda squinted, registering the pole by the side of the bed with a clear IV bag hanging on it, the stand with blinking lights behind it, and the hospital room behind that. "Where am I?" she croaked, her heart pounding with fear.
She had thick bandages on her wrists and she lay covered with a white hospital blanket. "Wh' happen to me?"
The nurse placed a warm hand carefully on Manda's forearm, leaning in. "You're at Sacred Heart Hospital," Kate told her. "You were brought in this afternoon. You have a concussion, and bruising and some abrasions. Do you remember what happened to you?"
"She awake?" asked another voice, this one male.
"Yes, she is," Kate said over her shoulder. "Just give us a few minutes here. She's still woozy. Manda, are you in pain?"
"Yeah," Manda whimpered, her voice breaking. "My head..."
"On a scale of one to ten, where would you place your pain?"
"Ten... it hurts."
"Okay, honey. I'm going to give you a little bit of painkiller through your IV." The nurse busied herself with a syringe and the IV tube. In a moment, she looked at Manda. "Does that feel better?"
Manda sighed as relief drifted through her in a soft, heavy cloud. "Uh-huh. Thanks."
"You bet. Now, before I let anyone else back here, Manda, I need to ask. You have injuries, and when they brought you in, they said you'd been held against your will. Manda, did anyone do anything to you? Anything sexual in nature?"
Manda blinked at her. "Y'mean, like... rape?"
Kate nodded, her hand warm on Manda's arm.
Manda searched her memory, pushing at the heavy cloud. "No," she mumbled. "No. I don't... I don't hurt down there."
"So any sex you had was consensual? Are you sure?"
"Yes... I'm sure." There'd been a guy. A big, ginger-haired man with twinkling eyes. He'd been so nice to her.
Kate sighed. "Okay, Manda. Stay with us now. The police would like to talk to you."
A middle-aged man in a navy windbreaker over a shirt and tie appeared at the nurse's side. His mouth smiled, but his eyes were jaded, watchful.
"Hi, Manda. I'm Detective LaRond, with the Spokane PD. You feel well enough to talk to me?"
Manda lay very still in the hospital bed. Was she in trouble? Something very bad loomed at the back of her mind, ready to strike. "'bout what?"
He blinked. "About how you ended up here with these injuries."
"Hey, Katie," said another male voice, this deep and relaxed. "Our girl awake?"
Kate turned and smiled at whoever stood behind the curtain pulled halfway around the bed. "She is. But—."
"But she's being interviewed right now," Det. LaRond said, his stance and his voice unfriendly.
A tall, lean, handsome man who looked like a rock-star appeared at the foot of Manda's bed. His dark hair was pulled back in a messy man-bun. He wore a black leather vest over a long-sleeved tee, and a silver pendant of some kind. "That's okay, I'll just listen in. Manda's a friend of the club."
He looked to Manda, and gave her a slow, beautiful smile. Kate sighed, and in other circumstances, Manda would have too.
"Hey, babe. I'm Rocker. T-Bear was here all night, but I sent him to get some sleep. He'll be back."
T-Bear... that was his name. Her big ginger man.
The police detective looked like he wanted to bite the rock-star. "Hayes, you got no business here. Go wait in the hall till the real police are through, then Ms Kowitsky can let us know if she wants you here. Though the way she looks, don't know why she'd want any of you boys within restraining order distance."
Rocker's smile remained, but the air in the small space filled with testosterone. "Why would she want us here? Probably because, as Turner told the cop when he brought her in, we had nothin' to do with her injuries, but in fact rescued her. Like I said, she's a friend of the club, and we do not treat our friends this way."
Kate stood at Manda's side, but her attention was on the men.
The thick brew of tension and anger was all too much. Manda lifted a hand, the one that wasn't attached to an IV, and waved it urgently. "'Scuse me. I'm gonna be sick."
After that, things happened fast.
Kate rapped orders, the two men disappeared behind the curtain, and Manda had the extremely unpleasant and painful experience of vomiting with a head injury. It hurt, so badly that by the time it was over, she was weeping helplessly.
Kate settled her with soothing words and a mouth rinse, and then pumped more magic through the IV, enough that Manda relaxed further. Her pain didn't disappear, but the warm cloud was heavier, so nothing mattered.
And the arguing males went away, which was even better.
The next time she woke, it was dark outside. A soft light shone over the head of her hospital bed, the mysterious machines beeped softly. Her head didn't hurt quite as much, although her mouth was so dry she could hardly swallow.
A massive male was slumped in the chair at the foot of her bed. His curly, ginger head down, he was focusing on the phone he held. It's light flickered eerily on his bearded face as he manipulated the screen with his thumbs. It emitted faint music, and rhythmic pops. He grunted, nodding to himself.
"T-Bear?" Manda whispered. What was he doing here?
At once, he lifted his head and looked to her. A slow smiled lifted his cheekbones, and crinkled his eyes. "Hey, honey girl," he rumbled. "There you are."
She examined him with grave wonder as he rose, shoved his phone in a pocket and stepped to her bedside. He wore a faded, long sleeved tee that hugged his massive shoulders and arms, a black leather vest, and dark pants. His hair was pulled back in a way that highlighted his broad forehead and the shape of his face above the beard.
He examined her, and his smile fell away. He opened his mouth and closed it, his brows furrowed, then looked to the small swing-table by the bed.
"Hey, you wanna drink? Bet you're thirsty as fu—uh, as hell, huh?"
She was, so she opened her mouth and accepted the plastic straw he inserted. She drank thirstily, then lifted her free hand to wave the cup away.
He set the cup down and leaned one long arm on the head of the bed, leaning over her like a guardian behemoth. "How you feelin'? You want me to tell 'em you're awake?"
"Not yet," she mumbled. "I don't ... 'member... how'd I get here?"
His eyes, hazel-green in the lamplight, widened. "Uh... you don't remember? You remember me, right?"
"Yeah. We went on a date... only—" Something had gone wrong, she couldn't quite remember what. But the memory of two hundred dollar bills sitting on her nightstand caused her stomach to drop.
Her lower lip quivered as anxiety filled her, and she bit it, then winced as her teeth met tender, bruised flesh. She lifted her free hand to her face, as much to hide behind it as anything else. Her eyes filled with tears—again. Gah, she hated crying in front of people. She sniffled.
"Hey, hey. Whatcha need?" T-Bear asked. "Just tell me, I'll get it."
Manda wiped her face with the edge of her hand, and lowered it to the bed. "I just... wanna know how I got here."
"I brought you, in my truck." He shifted uneasily, his eyes guarded. "You were unconscious. We came in through the ER. The docs checked you over. They, uh, they did a... you sure you wanna hear this right now? Don't you want the nurse?"
"What?" she asked him, clutching the blanket. This was the something bad that she couldn't remember. She could feel it hanging like a menacing weapon about to fall. "What did they—am I gonna be okay?" Did she have some horrible, inoperable injury?
He held up a big hand, and cautiously patted her leg through the blanket. "'Course you are. You're gonna be fine, perfect. Shit, I didn't mean to scare you."
"Well then, tell me!"
He grimaced. "The docs did one of them rape kits. In case either of those fuck-wads touched or forced you... y'know, before I got there and got you out."
"Oh." That was why the nurse had asked her those questions. "No," Manda said. "No, they didn't... do that. I mean, I'm pretty sure."
She looked up at him, and another memory flashed full-blown into her mind, along with visceral sensations of touch and sound and scent.
"You and me, though? We had sex," she whispered.
He blew out a breath, looking intensely relieved. "Yeah. Yeah, we did. Fuck, glad you remember that. I mean, so you know I wasn't the one who... hurt you."
"Oh, no." She shook her head, and then winced as the slight motion caused pain to shoot through her skull. "I knew that. Ow."
"What?" he asked, his hand moving up to her arm. His skin was rough, calloused, but so very warm. "You hurtin'? You want the nurse?"
"No," she said, holding very still. "Not yet. I need... is my purse here?"
"Not sure. Lemme look."
He squatted, and she heard the rustle of plastic under the bed. He rose with a clear plastic handle-bag in one big hand. "Here's your things."
He set the bag beside her on the bed, and Manda opened it. There was the long, brown sweater. And the pretty gold-and-white dress, streaked with dirt. And the pretty heeled booties. They were in better shape than the dress. Her new undies too, and in one corner, a small, gold purse.
She fished this out and handed it to T, averting her gaze. "Here. What's inside is yours. I don't want it."
He opened the purse and gave her a quizzical look. "Uh, you don't want your makeup shit? Babe, neither do I." He looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or call the nurse.
"No," she said. "There's—there should be money. Two hundred bucks."
He frowned, and set the purse back in the bag. "Yeah, but that's yours now. I know you ain't gonna be workin' with Faro no more, but that's still your money."
No, it wasn't and she wasn't keeping it. But before she could formulate the words to tell him this, brisk footsteps sounded, and the curtain whisked back to reveal a young guy in blue scrubs, his blond hair pulled back on top of his head, short on the sides.
"Good, you're awake. That means you're feeling better, right? I'm Charles, your nurse today. Well, it's still the wee hours, but technically it's Sunday."
As he spoke, he pulled a blood pressure cuff from a hook and placed it gently around her upper arm.It pumped tight, pinching, then gradually released. "Let’s get your temperature," he said, and placed a thermometer at her temple. "Good, no fever. Now, pulse check."
Manda focused on Charles instead of the man standing on her other side. It helped, as she no longer wanted to weep again. Seeing T-Bear had stirred up a different kind of pain, a nebulous one that was emotional rather than physical.
"Okay, you're doing great," the nurse said. "Now, what can I get you? A soda, some crackers?"
"Sure," she said gratefully. "Coke, if you have it, please."
He went out, leaving Manda alone with T-Bear. She busied herself pulling the blanket up over her shoulders. He promptly pushed away from the wall and brought her another blanket that had been hanging over the end of the bed.
Manda watched him. Her attention caught on his black leather vest. "Your friend was here earlier," she told him. "Rock, or something."
He finished tucking the blanket around her, making her feel like a taco in a basket. "Yeah, Rocker. He used to be a cop, now he's our veep. Good man."
She frowned. "There was a real cop too. Why?"
T-Bear ran a hand over the top of his head and plunked down in the chair again. It groaned in protest. He opened his mouth and closed it, watching her warily. "You don't remember nothin', huh? Well, that happens with head injuries. But I dunno, maybe... maybe we should let it come back to you natural."
Her heart pounded, and she clutched at the covers, holding them tightly to herself. "But what if it doesn't? I know something bad happened... after our date. But I don't know what. Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble?"