Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(64)

“Oh, f*ck me indeed.” I chuckle before wincing in pain. “Fucking hell, what happened to me?” I ask before kissing her shoulder.

“One of his minions shot you. They nicked a lung but the surgeons managed to fix it. You won’t have any long term damage,” she says trying to reassure me.

“Did he mess up my tats?”

“Seriously? That’s what matters to you?” she asks with a shocked expression on her face.

“What? Getting your side tattooed is f*cking painful, I don’t even want to imagine what getting a scar covered up is like.” I physically shudder and wince again as the moment threatens to rip a stitch. “Fuck,” I mumble.

“That’ll teach you.”

“No being mean to the injured soldier. Were you hurt?” I inspect her carefully and see no obvious marks or bruises.

“No, Ray pushed us outside when the shooting started and Ayden called 911.”

“Poor doctors are going to be sick and tired of having to save one of us every couple of months.”

“Well, that blonde nurse was really happy to see Ryan.” She shrugs.

“Ah, Nurse Charlotte. I’m sure they’ve f*cked.” I snicker.

“Like me and Callum?” she asks and raises her eyebrow at me.

“You have to admit that your relationship is weird.”

“I guess so.” She shrugs.

“This is your one chance to get a free pass and confess to any funny business. Speak now or forever hold your sin.”

“Fine. One kiss.” She sighs.

“Okay…”

“And it was f*cking awkward. He’s like my big brother, that’s it, I promise.”

I nod, finally accepting what she’s telling me. “Why wouldn’t you two tell me that you two kissed?”

“Because you kept asking if we f*cked?” She grins, looking quite proud of herself

“I also asked if anything had ever happened between the two of you.”

She sighs, sounding frustrated. “Really? I’ve done worse with other men.” She gasps and I can tell that she’s regrets saying it as soon as it’s out of her pretty mouth.

“Thanks for the reminder, but those guys aren’t any of my best friends.”

“Fair point. Can we stop now? I don’t want to fight.”

“Neither do I. How long have I been here?” I ask. I have no clue what day it is or how long I’ve been out.

“Three days.”

“Seriously? Fuck.” I frown.

“Yeah, you had me worried sick, you wouldn’t wake up.”

“I’m sorry. How come I don’t have a tube down my throat and all that?”

“They removed it this morning. Apparently your lung wasn’t as damaged as they initially thought and you could breathe on your own. They were surprised at how quick you’ve been recovering.”

“Not so bad then,” I say and let out a long yawn.

“Am I that boring?” She chuckles lightly, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Cut me some slack, I was shot three days ago.” I narrow my eyes at her before grinning.

“Oh you’re going to be such a pain in the ass to look after, I just know it.”

“How dare you!” I fake being shocked even though she is right on the money with her assumption.

“Because I know you.” She looks at me with a serious expression.

“Fair point. I’m going to take a nap. I feel drained. Are you staying with me?” I ask her and I can see the cogs turning in her head. Even though I can’t forgive her just yet, I still need my Gorgeous Girl by my side.

“Of course, Bennett.” She smiles and pulls the chair as close to the bed as she can. She sits in it and hugs her knees to her chest with one hand as she holds my hand with the other.

“Thank you, my Gorgeous Girl,” I say with a smile.

I close my eyes and let myself fall into a deep sleep.



I smile as I wake up. I’m not in as much pain as I was before which gives me a more positive outlook on my recovery; for my physical recovery as well as my relationship with Nancy. I look over to the chair and my smile falters, Nancy isn’t there. Maybe she went to get a coffee. I have no idea how long I was asleep for, but it can’t be that long because it’s still light outside. I press the red button to call for a nurse; I need to f*cking pee and more importantly I need to know where Nancy is.

“Can I help you?” Nurse Charlotte asks me. I swear she knows whenever we’re injured because she always seems to be on duty. She must have a sixth sense or is our own personal wound stalker. I chuckle at my own joke and wince as it causes a sharp pain in my side. “Something funny?”

“Only in my head. I need to pee.” I grin awkwardly.

“Okay.” She smiles and disappears into the bathroom before walking back to me with a weirdly shaped bottle.

“What the f*ck is that?” My voice goes high like a girl’s as I look at her as if she’s crazy. “I’m not peeing into that.”

“Well you can either pee in this or pee yourself, or try getting up but then you could risk tearing one of your stitches and then you’d faint from overexertion and would probably need to be in here for longer. It’s up to you.” She grins at me whilst looking incredibly proud of herself.