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Chapter 21
SPOV
Once we pull before the mansion, Godric and I spring from the vehicle, rushing inside before the rest of the crowd and I find myself running full speed towards the mansion's infirmary. Scrubbed nurses and doctors in white lab coats are rushing through the halls, attending to the many family members wounded in tonight's confrontations and I find myself standing helpless in the middle of the brightly lit hall, not knowing where to go, not knowing where my injured husband could possibly be.
"You," says a slight woman in a white lab coat, pointing harshly at me as she stomps towards me with a deep frown. She can't be much more than four feet tall, but the confidant way she holds herself along with her no bullshit stare lets me know she's not a woman to be fucked with. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, come on," she says, grabbing my hand as she proceeds to drag me through the hallway.
"We need to find Eric," I tell her, sounding much more whiney than intended, as she continues to drag me through the hall towards an examination room. Damn, she's strong! She leads Godric and I to an empty room before slamming the door harshly and cocking a brow at me.
"Your other husband is about to go into surgery," she informs me as my throat tightens in fear. "We've got a highly skilled staff here in the compound. I assure you he's in very good hands."
"I need to see him," I demand as she crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head at me.
"Not before you let me take a look at that head of yours," she demands. "I'm not about to let the Don's granddaughter traipse around with a gaping head wound and possible concussion. I happen to like my job." I open my mouth to argue with the rather infuriating woman but Godric places his hand on my shoulder, and his concerned gaze makes me pause.
"She's right, dear one," he tells me softly, making me let out a defeated sigh. I know they're both right. I take a seat on the examination table and Godric gives me a grateful smile as he sits beside me, clutching my hand tightly.
The slight doctor proceeds to mend my head before running test after test on me and I have to sigh as I've been through all this more times than I can count. She finally decides everything seems to be on the up and up, but informs me she wants to give me an MRI, just as a precaution. With that, she leaves the room to ready my scan and I find myself left frowning on the examination table, held tightly in Godric's arms.
"What about Eric?" I whisper as he pulls me closer, running his fingers through my hair. "You think he'll really be okay?" I ask fearfully, looking down to my hands still covered in his blood. It's then that I notice I'm still topless, wearing only a blood spattered bra with my black jeans and shrug dismissively, not really caring if I'm running around the infirmary buck naked as Eric's recovery is my only current cause for concern.
"We have to place our trust with the doctors now, dear one," he says gently, placing a soft kiss to my temple. "When you go in for your scan, I'll see what I can find out about our Eric," he assures me just before my doctor returns to the room. Godric walks me to the examination room, placing a soft kiss to my lips before leaving to find the answers we both so desperately seek.
"So, I looked over your medical files," the doctor tells me, tilting her head up to me with a small frown. "We're gonna have to keep a close eye out on that noggin of yours for a while now," she says sympathetically as I nod to her with a small sigh.
"Yeah, I figured as much," I reply with a slight shrug. She hands me a hospital gown then, leaving the room to let me change and I take the time to clean up a bit, washing off my husband's drying blood as more tears prick at my eyes. I just want to get this over with as quickly as possible. I need to know that Eric's okay.
I exit the room and we proceed with the scan, my anxieties for my husband rising ever higher until we're finally finished. The doctor informs me she'll let me know the results just as soon as possible before handing me a set of blue nurse scrubs. I give her a grateful smile, taking the needed clothes and am changed quickly before leaving the room to search out my husbands.
"Hey," Godric says, jogging up to me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Eric's in surgery still," he informs me, clutching me tightly to his chest as a frown settles upon my face. "Come, dear one, the others are waiting through here," he says, pulling away to lead me to a room filled with anxious family members.
Godric and I join Quinn and Rasul on a plush couch with Amelia and Pam sitting in chairs across from us, all of them looking to the two of us with sympathetic gazes. The tension in the room is palpable as we are all equally concerned for our fellow family member and I find myself clinging to Godric's hand a bit too tightly as I'm overcome with worry.
"So, I guess this has been one hell of a night for the lot of us," Pam says after a time, shooting me her characteristic smirk and breaking the tense silence of the room. A small smirk pulls at my lips despite myself as I nod to her. She's certainly not wrong.
"No shit," I throw out as the room breaks into light chuckles, lessoning some of the suffocating tension throughout the group. I let out a sigh, realizing there's absolutely nothing I can do for the time as I find myself grateful to be surrounded by the unwavering support of my family.
"So, Bill was really working with the Queen?" Rasul asks as Godric and I nod solemnly. "No, shit," he says shaking his head with a deep frown. "Never thought Compton had the cojones to pull off something like that," he muses as a snort of amusement escapes me and the rest of the group snickers lightly.
"So, what happened, Sook?" Amelia questions, snuggling into Pam's embrace as she looks to me questioningly. "I mean, Don Niall told us you were going to save your friend, but then we found you in that cellar with the Queen."
"It was Bill," I tell her with a sigh. "He and some of Sophie Anne's men held Alcide hostage, threatening to kill him if I didn't show," I explain, hearing soft cursing sounding through the group as Godric pulls me closer, running his hand over my arm soothingly. "He was the one who ran me off the road that night. He had been working with the Queen the entire time."
"That sneaky bastard," Pam grits out with a deep scowl. "Please tell me you made him bleed," she adds as a wicked smirk pulls at my lips.
"Don't worry, we won't have to worry about Bill Compton anymore," I assure them as matching grins flash through the group. A doctor enters the room then and the lot of us shoot to our feet, all anxious to hear what he has to say.
"Mr. Northman's surgery was a success," he says with a small smile. Oh, thank the heavens! My heart races in exuberance and a wide grin crosses my face as Godric pulls me into a breath stealing hug, sighing out his own relief against my hair. "We were able to dislodge the bullet cleanly. He's doing just fine and is sleeping now, but you're free to look in on him."
"Thank you, doctor," Godric tells him, pulling away from me to shake his hand firmly as the rest of us chime in with our own sincere gratitude. The miracle worker adorned in a white lab coat proceeds to lead us through the facility, ushering us through a door where I see Eric sleeping soundly on a hospital bed, hooked up to beeping monitors and medical equipment.
I step up to the bed, reaching down to take hold of his large hand as grateful tears sting at my eyes. Thank God. He's really gonna be okay. I should have expected as much from my fierce fighter of a husband. Quinn scoots up a chair for me and I shoot him a grateful smile, sitting next to the bed before gazing up lovingly up at my recovering husband.
The rest of the family begins filing out after a time, each leaving Godric and I with well wishes before it's just my two husbands and I left in the small room together. Godric looks across the bed, giving me a small smile and I grin back at him, reaching across the bed to take his hand into my own, squeezing it softly.
"You should get some rest, dear one. We've all had a rather long, exciting night," he says softly as I shake my head before letting out a jaw cracking yawn as my eyelids are growing more and more droopy, my body obviously disagreeing with my stubbornness.
"I want to wait for Eric to wake up," I argue, sounding much whinier than intended as Godric chuckles softly, shaking his head at me. He stands then, approaching my side of the bed before lifting me up to switch places, settling me in his lap. He wraps his arms around me tightly and a small sigh escapes me as I settle into his warm embrace.
"I shall keep watch and wake you if there are any changes, dear one," he assures me as I find myself fighting to keep my tired eyes open. I nod against him, settling my head into the crook of his neck and before long, the rhythmic beeping of the machines manage to lull me to sleep.
A warm hand caresses my face and I sigh, nuzzling against the soft skin as I begin slowly rising to consciousness once more. My eyes flutter open and the sight of ocean blue eyes gazing at me has me jumping from Godric's lap, waking my dark haired husband from his own slumber.
"Oh, my God! You're awake!" I cry out as tears are flowing from me once more. I lean over the side of the bed, smiling brightly as my heart is overflowing with love for my golden haired husband. Eric reaches up to cup the back of my head gently, pulling down my face to press a soft kiss to my lips and I smile against those smooth lips, ever grateful to be kissing them once more. Godric joins us then, proceeding to wrap an arm around my waist before shooting Eric a wide grin.
"How are you feeling?" Godric questions softly as Eric shrugs lightly.
"Like I just got shot in the fucking chest," he replies sarcastically in a voice groggy from drugs and sleep, making me snort at him. Same ol' Eric. He raises his hand to run his fingers lightly over my head bandage as concern flashes behind his brilliant blue eyes. "How's the head, Lover?"
"Doc says I should be just fine," I tell him with a shrug. "They're just gonna keep a close eye on me for a time, but what else is new?" I quip as he chuckles lowly before clutching his chest in pain. Godric rushes from the room then, apparently in search of a nurse, completely ignoring Eric's stubborn opposition.
"He never listens to me," Eric says eyeing the door with a small frown as I snicker at him.
"We're lucky to have him," I tell him, lifting his hand to press a kiss to his palm before clutching his hand tightly to my chest. "Godric's level headedness is probably the only thing that has kept our stubborn asses alive this long," I quip as he nods his agreement, shooting me his heart stopping smile. "I thought I'd lost you back there," I whisper then, my vision blurring with more of those damned tears.
"Never," he tells me, pulling on my hand until I'm leaning over his face. I see love clearly shining through those ocean blue eyes of his and my heart clenches as the love I have for my husband swells within me. "I promised you a second commitment ceremony and I'd surely be damned if I broke that oath to you, Lover," he says making me grin at him.
"You just don't wanna miss your own party," I tease as his grin widens.
"Well, there's that too," he quips, nipping at my nose to elicit delighted giggles from me. Godric enters with the nurse then and I back away, stepping beside Godric and looking on as she fusses over my husband.
Eric is truly fine and evidently, just as stubborn and playful as ever, something I don't think I could possibly be more grateful for. I send up a prayer of thanks then, taking Godric's hand into my own as I find myself looking forward to the ceremony I thought might never happen…again.
AN: Only one chapter left to go...bittersweet...but thanks for sticking this one out with me so far! Last chapter coming soon! :)