Chapter 75


    Chapter Seventy-Five


    Adrik


    Wended soon after and transferred to the helicopter quickly. She allowed Misha to help her on the


    helicopter. Progress. She still said nothing to anyone. It was a quick flight to Armando’s family’s ranch,


    just inside Italy. They took us to the house right away. The doctor was waiting for Sephie. He didn’t


    speak much English and we didn’t speak any Italian, but he could see she was hurt. Thedy in charge


    of the house, Isabe, could speak some English. Enough to get by. She went in with the doctor to help


    trante.


    I paced in the courtyard of the house, waiting for the doctor to be done with her. He came out, with


    Isabe. He would speak, she would trante.


    “He says most cuts not bad, heal soon. But cut on her hip bad. Can’t stitch up. Might need, uh, more


    skin?” she pressed her hands together and ced them over her hip.


    Skin graft. She might need a skin graft.


    “He gave her antibiotics. Must take all of them. No infection or it get into her bone. That’s very bad.


    Also gave her light sedative to help her sleep. She say her head hurt. He gave her pain pills too.”


    Good. And bad. We couldn’t afford to have her sleep for three days again.


    Ivan spoke up, “what pain pills? Name?”


    Isabe asked the doctor to rify, “Tramadol. Light pain pill. Shouldn’t make her sleepy or make…”


    she pointed to her stomach and drew circles around her stomach.


    It shouldn’t upset her stomach. Good. Hopefully she wouldn’t go for a week without eating again.


    Ivan looked at me, “that’s different from the one they gave her at home. Hopefully this one won’t knock


    her out. We’ll adjust the n if it does. We’ll just have to make new arrangements for travel.”


    We hadn’t noticed Sephiee out of the room. “By all means, don’t adjust anything on my ount.


    I’m not taking them. I’m not risking sleeping for three days again.” She had one hand pressing on her


    hip, the other on her head. I couldn’t help it. I went to her without thinking. She flinched when I touched


    her, but she didn’t p me this time. My hands went to her hair, trying to give her some kind of relief


    from her headache. She sighed. She was exhausted. I think that’s the only reason she allowed me to


    touch her. She didn’t have the strength to fight me right now. At this point, I was so desperate to touch


    her that I would take any in I could get.


    I gently took her hand from her hip. I pressed on the spot that Ivan had showed me. She closed her


    eyes tightly. Ivan walked to her other side, taking her other hand from her head. She didn’t resist. She


    also wouldn’t open her eyes. He pressed on the spot on her other hand, trying to give her the most


    relief we could. We both saw the tears falling down her cheeks as she stood there.


    Isabe showed the doctor out and came back to show the other guys their rooms. Ivan and I stayed


    with Sephie. If she was going to allow us to touch her, we weren’t leaving until she told us to. Especially


    not when we could maybe give her some relief. We stood there for twenty minutes before she started


    to show signs of rxing. She finally took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She didn’t have, as she


    called it, a murderous aura any longer. She just looked tired.


    She looked broken.


    Misha came back to show us to our rooms, as Isabe had gone to prepare dinner. We were staying


    here tonight, but then we had nned on leaving first thing in the morning to make it to Naples by


    tomorrowte afternoon. However, it now all depended on Sephie. We were traveling by motorcycle, as


    they were faster, and we could get through city traffic faster on bikes than in a car. I was worried about


    her riding that long while her hip was in pain.


    Misha showed Ivan his room, then showed me where Sephie and I would be staying. I wasn’t sure she


    would want to share a bed with me, but we really didn’t have a choice. She walked in and sat down on


    the bed. She looked like a shell


    of herself. She wouldn’t look at me. She just stared ahead at the wall.


    “Do you want to shower before dinner?” Tears welled in her eyes again. She looked down at the floor,


    trying to control the tears threatening to fall. I sat down on the bed beside her, pulling her to my side.


    She rested her head on my shoulder, but she made no attempt to touch me. She usually couldn’t keep


    her hands off me, just like I couldn’t keep my hands off her. It broke my heart.


    “Come, we’ll shower. I’ll wash your hair.” She didn’t say a word, but she followed me when I pulled her


    toward the


    bathroom.


    It took me a little longer than I thought to get all the hair pins out of her hair. She was right. That’s a lot


    of effort for nonsense. I found myself thinking back to when I first turned around to see her in that


    dress. It was absolutely perfect for her. She was modest, so it covered everything she was concerned


    with strangers seeing, but she showed enough leg that there was no missing her s ex appeal. I thought


    about that first dance we had. The other girlfriends I’d had were never good dance partners. They were


    always fighting to lead. Sephie was different. She let me lead,pletely surrendering to me, making


    the dance magnificent. She trusted mepletely.


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