Chapter 212 – Tattletales

Ella

“Four broken ribs.” The doctor assesses grimly, “and with all the exercise you’ve done since the initial brakes, they haven’t been able to set or heal. I have an injection I can give you to fuse the bones quickly, but it’s painful, and we still need to set them first.”

“What about his other injuries?” Henry inquires anxiously, seated on the other side of me.

“I’ll do a scan to assess the exact placement of his ribs, and I can extend it to the rest of his abdomen to rule out internal injuries. I don’t see anything else of concern.” The doctor shares with much more optimism.

“He’s got a good size lump on the back of his head.” I inform the physician, still running my hands through Sinclair’s hair.

‘Then you two will match.” Philippe interjects, reminding us all of the way I headbutted his chin in my attempts to reach Sinclair. “When you’re done with him, you ought to check her for a concussion.”

“I hardly think that’s necessary.” I complain, reaching back to see if the area is tender, then reflexively wincing when my fingers graze the swollen knot at the back of my skull.

“It is.” Five dominant voices assert, the loudest and most forceful coming from my lap. I send Roger, Henry, Philippe and Gabriel mutinous glances, much good that it does me.

“I was already planning on examining her.” The doctor relates, having the unbelievable nerve to look at Sinclair now, rather than me. “From the sounds of it she’s been much too active following her collapse.”

but my mate catches

needs our attention most. “You’ve been back ten minutes and you’re

little wolf?” He asks, his voice gentle, for I’m sure he can sense

the futile hope that he might not catch all the details. “It wasn’t a big deal. My blood pressure spiked when Gabriel’s drones found the wreckage from the bomb, that’s all. I passed out and they sedated me. I slept for three whole days, so I’m much better rested and healthy than you

his irate gaze swings to the King. “You let her watch you

we didn’t know what we would find. Besides, Ella is the only reason

power rolling off of him in heady waves, “It was sickening for me to see that scene and I’ve been in battle. What the hell were you thinking?” A flash of the gut-wrenching horror Sinclair felt when he woke from

me.” I encourage, trying to guide his shoulders back down. He obeys, but

He reaches up to cup

convince me you were gone.” I remind him, leaning down to kiss his pillowy

again after she woke up.” Philippe

my pack of overbearing babysitters that I could honestly throttle them. And for once, I don’t give a single damn that they’re tattling on me, I care that they might further upset

to my nape and massaging my tense muscles. “I know you don’t like seeing me

first this time.” I reply thickly, wondering how

what I wished – taking care of you and Rafe when

by being intrusive, overbearing bullies?” I sniff, hating the very suggestion

me?” Sinclair asks with

you’re my mate.” I reply fervently. ‘You’re only do

us, Ella?” Philippe grouses, pulling

let anything happen to me.” I answer easily, my wolf feeling a bloodthirsty

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