Chapter 67

The emergency room was absolutely manic, and Blair’s headache wasn’t improving with all the noise. Crying babies, drunk college kids arguing with nurses, and some guy who’d apparently super-glued his hand to a beer bottle. Just another night in the city.

She was lying on a gurney in what was the hospital examination room, but was really just a space sectioned off by curtains that did nothing to block out the noise. Roman was right next to her, much to his disgust, arguing with a doctor about why he didn’t need X-rays on his shoulder.

“My shoulder’s fine,” Roman was saying for the third time.

“Sir, you have a visible dislocation and you’re bleeding,” the young man doctor replied patiently. “We need to—”

But the young doctor was no match for Roman in a bad mood. “What I need is to stay with my fiancée until we know she doesn’t have a serious head injury. You are not wheeling me anywhere.”

Blair would have rolled her eyes if it didn’t make her dizzy. “Roman, just