Page 67 of Rejection and Redeemed

“Morning, friends,” he said, walking to the bedside. “I’m here to relieve you, Fran, and by the looks of it Chris as well.”

“I don’t need ...” Fran started to say before Jacob made use of the bucket again.

While Fran was helping Jacob, Robbie gave Emory a quick overview.

“But now I really have to get going,” Robbie concluded.

“Have a good day,” Emory said to him.

Robbie grinned and with a final bye, left the room.

“Chris, Fran, off to bed. Jacob, let me take that bucket and clean it out,” Emory said.

“Can you wash this cloth and bring it back again?” Fran asked, holding it out.

“I can. Be back in a moment,” Emory said, taking both the bucket and the face cloth to the bathroom.

“Christine, off to bed with you,” Fran said, looking at her.

Christine sighed. “Once Emory comes back, I’ll leave.”

“Can I leave as well?” Jacob asked, softly.

“Yep, shall we go to the beach? We can take a picnic,” Fran replied.

“Sounds good. I’ve never been to the beach or had a picnic.”

“Seriously?” Emory asked, walking back to the bed.

“Seriously, never. A true Alpha doesn’t have time for the beach, picnics, or fun, according to my father.”

“When you’re better, we are so going to the beach,” Fran told him. “We used to have family trips there when we were little.”

“I look forward to that. I just need to survive the next thirty-two hours.”

“You’ll survive them,” Christine said, patting his arm. “We’ll all make sure you do.”

“Now Chris, Fran, off to bed with the two of you,” Emory ordered.

Fran stood and walked over to the sofa, where the blanket had been put and picked it up.

“Fran, what are you doing?” Emory asked him.

“I’m lying here and resting for a bit,” Fran replied.

“Fran,” Jacob started to object, but Fran interrupted him.

“Give it up, mate of mine, I’m staying. I can happily sleep here for an hour or so, while Christine goes to bed.”

“On that note, I’m leaving, but I’ll be back later, Jacob. Sleep well, Fran, see you later Emory.” And with that, Christine left the room.

Jacob looked back at Fran who was now laying on the sofa, pulling the blanket over himself. Once he was settled, he closed his eyes.

“Doctors and nurses can and have slept practically anywhere. We can fall asleep quickly and wake up instantly,” Emory said, sitting on the side of the bed. “How bad is the pain?”

“Bad,” Jacob admitted. “Not only from my stomach, but from my sides, chest, head, even my eyeballs hurt. I’m trying not to complain, but the longer this goes on the more pain I have. I would have thought with the amount of silver I’ve already got rid off, my wolf healing would have kicked in.”

Jacob checked on his wolf who was curled up, looking sorry for himself.