Chapter Seventeen
Tristan
“I’ve given her some rehydration supplements,” Doc says and furrows his brows. “She was severely dehydrated and delirious because of it.”
“Thank you,” I reply.
We’re just in the corridor outside Isabella’s room. She’s inside asleep. Doc’s pulled all manner of field time with us and knows the type of shit we can get up to, but I don’t think he’s particularly happy about me holding Isabella captive. Like everybody else though who works for us, he won’t voice his opinions or defy us in any way.
He adjusts his bone rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and runs a hand over his salt and pepper beard.
“Please make sure that doesn’t happen again. We’re on a tropical island. She can’t go on a hunger and water strike in a place like this. It’s over a hundred degrees outside. And it’s gonna get hotter.”
“I hear you. Thanks for coming so quick.”
“That’s okay. The delirium will go away with rest and she should be better in the next forty-eight hours.”
Delirium. I don’t think it was delirium we saw earlier. I’ve heard Eric’s name before and she was talking about her mother. Both people are dead, and I think she saw terrible things no one should ever see.
“Thank you. I’ll call you if I need you.”
Doc nods his head and leaves and I rest against the door.
Candace was here earlier but left to help make dinner when Isabella fell asleep.
I’ve been trying to stay away from her. I don’t want that connection but fuck me… Every time I’m near this girl something strengthens, and I’m about to hurt her again. When Nick calls me next, I know it will be because he’s found and has Sacha. That’s the last ace up my sleeve.
If taking her beloved bodyguard and doling out torture on him doesn’t get me anywhere I don’t know what will. We really will have to start preparing for war.
I push away from the door and look at the white glossy surface.
She’s inside asleep, maybe stirring from slumber again, and I remember that look in her eyes when she came to and realized I’m not the man to help her in anyway. To save her and the ghosts that haunt her mind.
There were things she said that opened the door to her soul and I couldn’t resist taking a peek. Maybe I did because like Alyssa, no one can understand the pain you’re going through unless if they went through it themselves. It seems we both have people we wished we could have saved. It’s that soul to soul moment again.
On that thought I push the door open and she turns her head to look at me.
She’s awake and resting against the stack of pillows.
She gives me a cautious look but doesn’t say anything.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“I’m okay. I just want water,” she answers. Her voice sounds shaky.
I walk over to the table with the glass of water and take it over to her. She puts out her hand to take it but I sit on the edge of the bed and hold it to her lips so she can drink.
She seems surprised by the gesture but drinks. She doesn’t finish it, though, she just takes enough and rests back on the pillow.
“Better?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re going to bring in food for you later. You have to eat it.”
“Okay… I don’t feel much like having food, just water.”
“It doesn’t matter, you need to have both. Where we are is extremely hot. Tropical,” I explain. “Great if you like that kind of weather, but not so great if you stop eating and drinking.”