Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(65)

“I was so scared I’d lost you again.” I whisper, getting up slowly and leaning over her, softly brushing my lips over hers.

“I’m a tough cookie.” She smiles weakly.

“You’re my tough cookie.” I smile back, sitting on the bed next to her.

“Am I?” she rasps.

“Yes, you are.” I squeeze her hand gently.

“Final-f*cking-ly!” She grins up at me.

“I’m a bit slow, what can I say.” I shrug.

“That you are. Why do you have a drip?” She looks over my shoulder at the stand that’s connected to my wheelchair.

I don’t even bother bullshitting her, before I even open my mouth, she’s glaring at me. “I was stabbed and didn’t get it checked fast enough, I lost some blood and lost consciousness.” I shrug softly.

“He passed out like a f*cking *.” Aleck chimes in from behind me and he’s f*cking lucky I’m with my woman and injured.

“Aww poor baby.” She grins squeezing my hands.

“Great, my best friend and my woman teaming up against me.” I sigh and shake my head.

“You love us.” Viv grins.

“You, yes, him? Still debating.”

“I’m wounded Brother.” He chuckles clutching his chest.

“Bite me.” I glare at him and his chuckle turns into a full on laugh.

I turn back to Viv and focus on her, the world around us fades away. Unfortunately for me, she doesn’t stay awake for very long. The nurses tell me it’s perfectly normal, that her body heals better when she’s asleep so the more rest she gets, the quicker she’ll get out of here. So for once in my life I sit down and I listen to them, resting my head on our joined hands.





CHAPTER 25



Viv

I’ve been in the hospital for close to a week and I hate it. Not just because I’m stuck in a bed and am not allowed to get up yet, but because Gabe is driving me up the f*cking wall. I appreciate the fact that he’s been watching over me, but he’s worse than a momma bear. Seriously. Whenever I make one little sound he asks me if I’m okay or if I need anything, it was cute at first, now I wanna f*cking bitch slap him.

I’m not blaming him though. He had to witness some crazy f*cked up shit, see the wife of his friend die, even if he’s too chicken shit to admit that Sanders is his friend. H got stabbed and watched me take a bullet, it might also have something to do with the fact that my heart stopped for a few seconds the other day after surgery. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I’ve been okay ever since.

I’m not allowed a lot of visits yet, which totally sucks. Gabe has constantly stayed with me and isn’t allowing himself to catch a break. In moments like these, I wish my parents were still around. They would force him to go home and get some rest. Bloody stubborn twat, but I love him so f*cking much.

I smile watching him sleep, sprawled in the chair next to my hospital bed. I don’t get how he can be comfortable on that chair; it looks tiny. Or he’s just massive, I don’t know. I so wish I could get a sharpie and draw on his face. There are a couple of problems, I don’t have a sharpie, I can’t get up and most importantly, he looks too peaceful for me to wake him up in such a way.

I don’t know how long I’ve spent watching him sleep. “It’s rude to stare.” I yelp.

“Don’t you dare scare me like that again!” I half yell.

“You were staring.” He shrugs his right shoulder and sits up rubbing his eyes.

“Well, you were sleeping and looked so peaceful, it’s a rare occasion, I wanted to make sure I’d remember it until the next one comes around.” I smile sheepishly.

“Nutter.” He chuckles.

“I’m rubbing off on you! You’re picking up on my British slang. I like that.” I grin and hold his hand as he sits closer to me.

“Knew you would.” He kisses my knuckles and my palm. “How do you feel?”

“Besides going crazy? I’m better, still sore as hell, but better. You?”

“Never better when I see those amazing purple eyes smiling back at me.” He kisses my hand. “There’s something I gotta tell you.” He sighs.

“Yes?” I look up at him, he looks nervous and unsure of himself, this is a first.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” He sighs. “I wrote you something while the doctors weren’t sure if you’d make it when your heart stopped the day after the surgery.” He frowns.

“I’m alright now, Love.”

“Thank f*ck for that otherwise this would be awkward!” I giggle. “It’s not funny, those were the longest twenty three seconds of my life.” He sighs and buries his face into his hands.

“I’m sorry.” I stroke his hair.

“I know you didn’t make your heart stop beating on purpose. Unless you’re really evil.”

“Of course not.” I brush my fingers over his lips since I can’t sit up to kiss him. “About that letter?”

“Yeah, it explains how I feel about you, since you know I suck at doing it orally.”

“I’d say you’re pretty good with your tongue.” I grin innocently.