Bab 105: Stop Blocking Me

The nurse's hands hover near my face, blocking my view of Logan. I jerk away, straining against the restraints to see around her scrubs.

"Ms. d'Armand, I need to check your vitals."

I shoot her my best death glare. The tube in my throat feels like sandpaper with every breath, but I'd rather deal with the discomfort than let this woman's fingers anywhere near my face. Not when Logan might disappear the second I lose sight of him.

She's probably a great nurse. Competent, maybe even pretty. Who knows, maybe she has seventy kids and cures cancer on the side. But right now, she's the bitch between me and the man I thought I lost.

"Your blood pressure's elevated." She reaches for my wrist. I curl my fingers into a fist, pulling away as far as the restraints allow.

A deep chuckle draws my attention back to Logan. "Sweetheart, let the nurse do her job."