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“Only one game?” Drew smirks.
“I have a reputation to uphold.” Kayce shrugs.
“Home,” she says so incredibly quiet, you almost don’t hear it.
“Yeah, baby girl, home.” Kayce rubs her hand comfortingly.
She shakes her head. “That’s not home.”
Her words cause my eyes to widen at the revelation, and so does everyone else’s. Does she remember something? Holy shit, she remembers something. On instinct, I stand up, waiting for her next words.
“Rae? Where’s home then?” Drew keeps a hand on her leg, softly stroking it.
She’s quiet for a moment as if she is thinking hard on her answer. But then the words come out effortlessly. “New York.”
Drew’s head snaps to mine. Our eyes meet. She is starting to remember. But she’s not from Las Vegas, so how did she get here? Was she out here visiting? Vacationing? Did she get trafficked all the way from New York?
“What else do you remember, Rae?” Kayce studies her. “Talk to us.”
But she just shakes her head. Either she doesn’t remember, or she doesn’t want to talk about it. But before we can push for any more answers, the doctor comes in.
“Raelyn, how are we feeling?” he asks kindly, rolling up the sleeves of his white coat as he assesses her.
She doesn’t answer him. She just continues to stare out the window.
“Can you tell us what happened?” Drew walks closer to the doctor.
“Well, first, I’m Dr. Chamberlin. And you four are?” He raises his eyebrows.
“Her family,” I grunt out in response. I’m not in the mood for policy semantics.
He doesn’t look like he believes that, but he lets it go. “Hmm. I see. Okay, well, Raelyn, can I discuss what happened with ‘your family’?” Raelyn gives him a slight nod.
See, asshole? Her fucking family.
“So, the wound on her head wasn’t that deep. Head wounds tend to bleed more, so they look worse than they are. She will probably have a pretty bad headache for a few days, but we will give her some meds to help with the pain. The bruising around her neck should fade over time.”
“When can she leave?” I cut in.
The doctor hesitates. “Well, you have to watch her. She does have a concussion, so someone will need to monitor her and watch for signs that it’s getting worse or something has changed.”
“We will.” I nod to the doctor. “When can she leave?” I repeat my question.
“I can get her discharged soon. I take it she will be going home with you?” He peers at me, but I glance at Drew.
“Home,” she whispers like she’s putting a wish out there.
“Yeah, we will watch over her. We have the team doctor coming over to help make sure that nothing gets worse,” Drew offers up.
“Okay. I will get the paperwork ready to get her out of here.” Dr. Chamberlin nods and heads back out the door.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I internally groan because I know who it is.
Assfuck:
You’d better be here by 8. Don’t make me come and get you.
Me: