One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

When Dom told him that Deidre blamed herself for his injuries and had run, he’d been pissed as fuck and wanted to go hunt her down also. But even Case knew his limitations and wouldn’t have been able to do it without hurting himself further. Instead, he laid in bed stressing and worrying about the two of them for days.

Hearing his room door open, he perked up hoping Angela had come to get him—though she’d probably rather hog-tie him to something and play target practice. “Damn,” he whispered seeing Nurse Ratchet. It wasn’t her actual name, but she was a bitch so he called her that. Seemed fitting for the torture she liked to put him through.

“Mr. Risley, are you ready to go home?”

“That depends.”

She sighed before snapping, “On what?”

“Whether you’re going to wheel me down a flight of stairs or not.” He was only half kidding; she could actually do it.

“Get in the wheelchair, Mr. Risley.”

Knowing he wasn’t getting away from her, he hopped in the chair keeping one eye on her at all times just in case. As soon as they rounded the corner out of his room, a welcoming sight hit him.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled so Nurse Ratchet didn’t hear him.

“There’s my girl!” he called out. A smile immediately lighting his face.

“Casey,” she sounded happy to see him, at least.

“Watch that sighing shit, Princess,” Dom growled at her, shooting him a dirty look as he stood up and pulled her into his arms.

“Hey, man, we all know she’s smitten with your grouchy ass. I can get one or two of her gorgeous smiles for myself while I’m injured.” He winked at her, further pissing Dom off.

“So glad you’re here to take him off my hands,” Nurse Ratchet commented.

“I was an excellent patient!” Casey countered.

“Yeah, so excellent that all my best nurses refused to deal with your grabby hands.”

“I tried to warn you not to give me that loopy shit. Ain’t my fault you didn’t listen to me.” He smiled sweetly at her.

Dom’s snort was telling; he didn’t believe him.

“Casey?” Dee asked just as Ratchet looked like she might bean him in the head with her clipboard.

“Yeah, Double D?”

“Are you ready to go home now?”

“Is that a proposition?”

Dom cuffed the back of his head with his hand.

“Hey, man! She said it, not me.”

“She wasn’t offering you shit other than not to get creamed by the nice nurse. Now shut your big mouth and let’s go,” Dom cursed out.

“Oh.” He looked between the nurse and Dom, trying to figure out who he’d rather take his chances with. Leaning towards Dee, he whispered not so quietly, “You’ll save me from him, right?” Ducking just as Dom swung to hit his head again.

Laughter rang out behind them as Dom pushed his wheelchair and Dee walked beside them.

Once they were on the road, he could feel the painkillers kicking in as he asked, “So Miss Double D, what have you got to say for yourself leaving us like that?”

“Christ sakes, Case. Shut your damn mouth.” He’d pissed Dom off again.

“No chance, Dom. The girl ran. I wanna know why she broke my heart that way.” Yeah, he was pouting; it wasn’t pretty.