Chapter Six
Claire's POV
"Well it seems that bullet hit you exactly right, Mrs. Danvers," the doctor says, looking over my charts. I see Shane raise his eyebrows.
"How do you get shot exactly right?" Shane asks, squeezing my hand. His free hand brushes my hair out of my face.
"I just mean that it didn't hit anything vital. If your x-ray clears up and we know that there's no bullet in your stomach then you should be able to leave this afternoon but I recommend that you get plenty of rest and stay in the house as much as possible within the next few days," the doctor ammends. I nod, knowing Shane, Michael, and Eve would be sure I relax wether I want to or not.
"You will be getting lots of rest because I'm not letting you leave the house or my sight," Shane says in my ear, verifying my train of thought. I roll my eyes as the doctor leaves to make sure my x-rays are okay.
"Your so over protective," I say, batting his arm. He looks at me seriously.
"I have to do something to protect you. You almost died and I'm not going to let it happen again. I'm not going to lose you. Claire, I have never been so scared in my life. I thought I had lost you," he whispers, his eyes have a little bit of a teary sheen but they don't fall.
I scoot over and let Shane lay on the bed with me. He hugs me to his chest as tightly as he can without hurting me. I lay my head on his shoulder.
"His shot would of killed you Shane. It would of hit you directly in the heart. It didn't kill me, it just hit me in the stomach," I say. He buries his face in the side of my neck, needing to know I'm actually here and alive.
"You shouldn't have. You should of just let me take the bullet. I would of been okay dying that way," he whispers into the skin of my neck.
"But I wouldn't. I would of killed him," I say. I bring his mouth up to mine and wrap my fingers in his hair. I kiss him hard, and his big hands go around my waist. As the kiss deepens, Shane pulls me tighter against him.
"We've come in at the wrong time," Eve stage whispers. We pull apart and I blush. Shane just pulls us up. He's not embarrassed at all. I smile and Michael's just standing there with his hand over his eyes.
"Is it safe to open my eyes now?" Michael asks. I throw my pillow at him," I'll take that as a yes."
"We recieved a call that it was time to take the love birds home," Eve says. I roll my eyes but I can't wait. I finally get to go home with my family. Were very dysfunctional and argumenative but were still family. And it'll stay that way.
I haven't told them about the offer. I'm afraid to because I don't know what they'll say. Well, Shane'll say not to take it, that much I know. I just don't want to worry them.