Tainted Heartbreak (Tainted Knights 3)

“Why didn’t you call Cash?” he growled as he lifted me into his arms. I felt weightless as his long legs ate up the distance from my bed to the front door.

“Fuck Cash,” I bit out in a hoarse voice.

/> He gave me a dark frown as he stepped into the elevator with the others. “You two fight?”

“No.”

“Then what happened to your wrists? They’re bruised. And that ankle looks bad, girl. If he put his hands on you, tell me now, and I’ll go kick his fucking ass.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I groaned, my head falling onto his shoulder. “Please, Sin. I feel like shit.”

“You know I gotta tell him. He’s my bandbrother.”

“Do what the fuck you want,” I muttered weakly. “I don’t care as long as I don’t have to see him.”

Thankfully, he shut up, and the others kept their mouths closed as we rode down to the garage. Sin put me in the back of Riley’s car and even buckled me in. As he stepped back, he spoke to Riley. “You need me to get her into the hospital?”

“Nah, I think I can find someone who can help me from here. Thanks for the help, guys.”

“If you need anything, just call,” London assured her. “She looks bad.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her so sick before.” Riley sighed but shrugged. “She’ll be okay. Thanks again for the help.”

I pressed my forehead against the coolness of the window, wrapping the throw Sin had covered me with tighter around my shoulders. I closed my eyes, and the next time I opened them, a male nurse was opening the door. Lifting me, he placed me in a wheelchair and wheeled me inside. The place seemed oddly calm, but it was still early for a Saturday, so the nurse pushed me straight back to a curtained-off exam room and put me on a gurney.

Riley stayed beside me as a doctor came in and examined me, ordered tests, and then left. An IV was put in the back of my hand, and when I started coughing so bad I couldn’t catch my breath, the male nurse came in to put oxygen tubes up my nose. It felt weird, but it helped, and soon I was breathing steadily once again.

Blood was taken, and thankfully they didn’t make me pee in a cup, because I seriously had no strength to accomplish that kind of feat. My chest was X-rayed along with my foot, and within an hour of arriving, the doctor was admitting me. I had double pneumonia, strep throat, and a fractured ankle.

The doctor’s eyes met mine as he finished giving his diagnosis. “And you’re pregnant. You should be taking better care of yourself, young woman.”

“What?” I wheezed out. “What did you say?”

“Pregnant,” he repeated. “I suspect not too far along, but enough that it showed up on your blood work, so at least three weeks.”

“Oh God,” I groaned, “I’m going to be sick.”

“Mar!” Riley was already there with a vomit bag, but there was nothing in me to puke up. My stomach heaved repeatedly until I fell limply back onto the bed, noticing the doctor had left us alone. “Just take deep breaths,” she urged. “It’s going to be okay.”

“This can’t be happening.”

“But it is.”

“I can’t deal with this right now, Riles.” Twin tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

My friend stroked her fingers over my brow. “Just try to sleep, babe. Concentrate on getting better, and then we can deal with the rest, okay?”

Okay?

I was sick and pregnant.

And I hated my baby’s father.

Nothing about this was okay.

Chapter 15

Cash