The Club

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Chapter Eighteen

I shot up as I opened my eyes, turning to Wyatt, his eyes were open and he rubbed my thigh.

“You’re awake?” I asked, rubbing his eyebrow. He nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist. “What’s the time? It’s like a portal in this fucking place.” I got out of the bed, rummaging through my bag for my phone. It was half eight in the morning and I desperately needed to call work and Luz. Wyatt started to sit up and I came over, letting him lean on me as he did.

“I need to call work and Luz okay?” I looked into his eyes. He lifted his mask up before he spoke.

“Are you going to work?” He asked.

“Not today, no.” I ran my hand through his hair as he put his head back. “How are you feeling?” I asked him.

“Better than yesterday,” he swallowed, shutting his eyes.

“I will be so quick, did you want me to get you a coffee?” I asked him, my hand going down his chest. I really couldn’t help myself.

“Please baby,” he breathed out.

I had to put my fucking skirt back on and my feet were killing me in my work shoes as I went back into the intensive care ward, I had called work and asked them for the whole week off, which they were fine about. I updated Luz too and she was still an absolute wreck. A nurse stopped me before I walked into Wyatt’s room, two coffees in hand.

“I’ve checked his stats and they’re good,” she smiled at me. She was gorgeous and if I was single and in another situation I would ask her what she’s doing tonight.

“Great, thank you.” I smiled weakly at her.

“The doctors are about to go in, but I think he might be able to go home today.” I let out a sigh of relief as she spoke. Thank fuck, I needed a shower pronto.

“Thank you so much,” I smiled, walking into his room. Wyatt was still sitting up, his eyes open.

“One coffee,” I handed it to him as he took his mask off.

“Thanks baby, are you okay?” He asked, before taking a sip.

“I’m okay, the nurse said you might be able to go home today.” I beamed at him.

“That’s good. I need a shower,” he chuckled.

“Me too, jesus.” I sat on the chair next to his bed.

“What do you think is going to happen to her?” He asked me, his eyes heavy. I shrugged, taking a sip of my lukewarm coffee.

“I have no idea, I just spoke to Luz. The police spoke to her and the other guy at the shop. They want to speak to you. Luz gave me their number and we need to call them when we are at home,” I said softly. He nodded, taking another sip.

“This coffee is disgusting,” he chuckled.

“Yeah and I won’t tell you how much I paid for it.” I smiled at him, sitting back on the chair. I looked up as the door opened, an older Asian man walking in.

“Wyatt? I’m Dr Choudhry. How are you feeling?” He came over, his friendly face on Wyatt’s.

“Like shit,” Wyatt laughed. “I feel better than yesterday.” He shrugged.

“Good,” the doctor laughed. “You lost a lot of blood but luckily you missed an artery and the wound wasn’t that deep. You can go home today but, sorry, is this your wife?” The doctor asked, moving his hand to me.

“Yeah, this is Gabby,” Wyatt said softly. My heart nearly exploded as I smiled at the doctor.

“Gabby, I need you to change the bandages for Wyatt daily. To stop any infection but one of the nurses will show you how to do that before you leave.”

“Okay,” I smiled, glad I could be useful. “Anything else I should know? Does he get some pain relief?” I asked, putting my coffee on the side.

“Yeah, I’ll get some stronger pain killers but looking at you Wyatt it seems you have a high pain tolerance.” The doctor laughed.

“Yeah, I’m used to being stabbed.” He smiled softly.

“Don’t say that!” I cried, slapping his arm. “Tattoos aren’t the same as getting stabbed in the neck.” I rolled my eyes.

“Let me get the nurse and do your paperwork.” The doctor smiled as he walked out. I looked back at Wyatt who had a smile on his face.

“Happy to go home?” I asked him, fluffing his pillow behind him.

“Definitely,” he breathed out. “Did Luz call my appointments?” He asked me, his face urgent.

“She did. One guy today wants Tom to do it?” I shrugged.

“Yeah the other dude, what about the others?” He looked worried and I wouldn’t be surprised if he went into the shop this afternoon.

“They are going to wait for you apparently,” I smiled at him, kissing his forehead. “Did you need to go to the toilet?” I asked him, putting his tracksuit bottoms on the bed.

“Yeah, let me try on my own though.” He put his coffee down, slowly getting out of the bed. I tidied the room slightly, making the bed for some reason as he went to the toilet. I looked up as he came out, his beautiful body staring at me. I handed him his tracksuit bottoms and sat on the bed as he put them on.

“How’s your mind?” I asked him.

“Fucked. I’m glad I got you,” he whispered, looking up at me.

“Indeed, I have the whole week off now so I’m going to look after you.” I smiled at him and his eyebrow went up.

“Oh, I get nurse Gabby yeah?” He chuckled, looking down.

“Behave yourself,” I rolled my eyes.

“Baby, you are getting whatever you want after you stood up for me yesterday. Tongue in your arse, pussy whatever. Strangled, tied up.”

“Hi, sorry, wanted to show you how to change Wyatt’s bandages?” The nurse poked her head in, clearly hearing Wyatt. If either of us were shy we might be embarrassed, but we weren’t. We normally fucked in front of strangers.

“Please,” I stood up.

“I’ll give you a kit like this, it’s got gloves, antibacterial stuff.” She came over, her cheeks as red as a beetroot. Someone was embarrassed. Wyatt smiled at me and I rolled my eyes, trying so hard not to laugh. I stood next to her as she took off the huge plaster on his neck.

“Fucking hell babe,” I breathed out. It looked awful, it wasn’t particularly big but the stitches looked sore as fuck and there was dried blood everywhere.

“Once you clean it, it’s likely it will bleed again.” The nurse spoke softly. I nodded, wishing I had a notepad of some sort. I watched her, making sure I got this right as she dosed a white sponge with the cleaning liquid. I looked at Wyatt, he was staring at me and I chewed my bottom lip. This was going to sting.

“I’m just going to clean it now, do it downwards strokes.” The nurse looked over at me and I nodded. I grabbed Wyatt’s hand as she pushed down on his stitches.

“Fuck!” He shouted, his eyes closed. Yep, I knew that was going to happen. “Fuck babe that fucking hurts!” His jaw was tight. I put my hand on his face.

“Yeah, it’s going to.” I replied.

“Wow, thanks,” he laughed. “Oh my god that fucking stings. I feel like I’m going to pass out.” His eyes were still shut.

“Oh shut up you big baby, you like pain shut up.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll give you pain,” he whispered, looking up at me. Really Wyatt? Let’s embarrass this nurse even more. I watched the nurse put clean bandages on, stepping back.

“Done,” she smiled.

“So every morning or evening?” I asked her, my hand still in Wyatt’s.

“Morning and evening,” she said simply.

“Oh fuck off!” I laughed at Wyatt’s voice. “I can’t have that twice a fucking day!” He was definitely feeling better.

“It won’t hurt that bad every day,” the nurse rolled her eyes. “Just give him some pain killers about half an hour before. He can go now.” Her smile was huge.

“Amazing, thank you so much.” She walked out the room and he looked up at me.

“You aren’t doing that to me twice a day,” he stood up, still shaky.

“I am, you want it infected?” I asked, his t-shirt was on the floor but it was covered in blood and I threw it into the bin.

“Let’s go home, we’ll get a cab” I ran my hand down his chest.

“When you do that to me twice a day,” he started and I rolled my eyes. “I need my tip sucked or something.”

“Wyatt!” I cried, way to ruin a surprise you prick. “I thought you weren’t well. Could barely stand earlier now talking about getting your dick sucked.”

“Sorry,” we turned to the nurse again. Fuck sake this poor woman. “Your pack.” She handed me a small box.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, embarrassed for her.

“We’re going to mine first so I can get some stuff, then I’ll get the car to yours. Did you want me to stay?” I asked him as we walked out of the room. His arm was around my shoulders, supporting him. He had no shirt on and as we waved to the nurses and went into the main hospital he was getting stared at.

“Yeah stay please.” His voice was soft. “I’m not sure if everyone is staring at my chest or my neck,” he chuckled.

“Or your arms,” I laughed.

“I will get a neck tattoo, to cover this.” He looked down at me as we walked out of the hospital.

“Oh, you heard me.” I grinned.

“Every word. I love your eyes too.” He kissed my temple and I giggled, walking towards the line of black cabs.

“Hi, are you free?” I asked the driver.

“Course darling, get in.”

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