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Story: Rescued By My Mate

I lean against the wall next to him and sigh. “What now?”

“My mate’s meds are wearing off. Her body is healing, and she should wake in a few hours.”

I can tell Jensen is on edge to finally meet his mate and explain things to her.

“I better head in,” I tell him.

The doctor is finishing up as I enter the room. He smiles at me, and I take that as a good sign.

“I was just telling our patient that we’ll be discharging her soon. She needs to rest, and she’ll be sore for a bit, but she can heal in the comfort of her own bed instead of in the hospital,” he says.

“That’s great.”

Mabel nods, and her eyes cut to Dillon.

“What about her friend?” I ask before she can.

“She’ll be here for a few days at least. Her injuries were more extensive,” the doctor says before leaving the room.

I sit in my seat and dump the food and bottled water on the bedside table.

“I can’t leave without Dillon,” Mabel says as Jensen enters and sits next to his mate’s bed.

“She’s going to be okay,” I assure her. “You can stay at my place. It’s close by, so you can come back during the day for visiting hours.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“I can take the couch.”

She huffs out a laugh. “I meant sex.”

My wolf whines, but I shush him.

“All right. You can still stay with me.”

She eyes me for a moment, and I try to look trustworthy. I don’t know what’s happened to my mate to make her so skittish and distrustful, but I want to fix it. I want to be someone she can trust.

Mabel nods. She grabs a club sandwich from the pile of food, tears open the wrapper, and takes a big bite.

I smile as I grab a sandwich for myself. “Do you have your car key? I can go grab your bags.”

“I…I don’t know where it is.”

“Cops probably took it. I’ll reach out to Tucker and Crew.”

She nods, looking worried.

“It’ll be okay. Worst case is I pry the trunk open.”

She nods again and takes another bite of her sandwich. “How long have you been an EMT?”

“A few years. We started right after we graduated from high school.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-three. How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”