Redemption (Book 3) The Fixer Series Read Free Page B

and he knew it.  I pushed myself up, trying to get into a more comfortable position, but it hurt like hell.  I took a deep breath and wiggled my way up the bed, until my head rested comfortably on the pillow. 
    "Well...good morning , sunshine," Tristan said, smirking.
    "Where's Brooke?" I asked.
    "Not even a hello for your best friend?  I'm disappointed in you , Dylan."
    "Fuck off , Tristan.  Where is she?"
    "Dude, you need to chill out!   She's fine."
    "If she's fine, then why isn't she here?  With me?" 
    "Dylan, do you honestly think I would do anything to hurt her?  I got her out of that fucking hellhole for you!   And then , I turned around and came back for your ass!"
    "I don't trust anyone anymore , Tristan.  No one."
    "You're a dick, Dylan.  I know you're in pain , but you need to stop this self-pity bullshit.  Your wife is fine.  As a matter of fact, she's in this hospital."
    "Well then , go get her.  I want to see her," I demanded.
    "I can't.   She's not well, Dylan and Alexi has been keeping watch over her room while I come visit you."
    "What the fuck happened to her?"
      "Dylan, she was in the room with us when you went unconscious.  She thought you were dead.  She freaked the fuck out and had a mental breakdown.  I know you're pissed, but I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd worry like hell."
    "Well , no shit, I'm worried!  Only a fucking idiot would think, otherwise.  And what kind of shit are they giving her in this hellhole, anyway?  So help me God, Tristan, she better be okay or I am going to hold you personally responsible!   I left her in your care and you promised to keep her safe!"
    "I am!  And you really need to pull your shit together, or you're not going to help anyone.  Not her , or yourself.  I know you're pissed at me, and that's fine, but don't treat me like shit for things that are beyond my control.  After all of this is said and done, if you still want to kick my ass, I'd be happy to oblige."
    Tristan stood, walked toward the door and looked back at me.  " They've been flushing her system.  So far, it's been successful because she remembers bits and pieces, but she hasn't fully recollected everything that's happened.  I'll leave you now to sit, sulk and beat yourself up while I go check on her," he said as he walked out the door. 
    "Fuck!"  I yelled, grabbing my stomach, writhing in pain from yelling.  I needed to get us all out of here before I went crazy.  I pressed the little button that called the nurse's station in hopes that Nurse Lydia knew what room Brooke was in.  I needed to see her for myself, to ensure that she was indeed where Tristan said she was.  Now, I just needed to convince Lydia that I was up for a little walk. 

    It didn't take much convincing to get me out of the room.   Lydia agreed that it was time to get up and moving, but I wasn't ready to walk.   She grabbed a wheelchair and after much discussion, agreed to take me to the hospital wing where Brooke was. 
    I was a bit a surprised when the door was pushed open to see Tristan, Stephanie and Alexi all sitting around, guarding my Brooke.  
    Alexi stood, gave a nod and left the room as Lydia pushed me closer to where Brooke was laying.  She looked like an angel as her eyelids fluttered while she slept.  I was overcome with emotion from just being next to her.  Knowing she was really here, that I could reach out and touch her.  I didn't move, though.  I just sat there, watching her sleep as her chest moved up and down.  She looked so different from the Brooke I remembered, which seemed so long ago. 
    She looked so frail as she lay there with the IV stuck in her arm.  Her coloring had changed from its normal pink to a pale, ghostly white.  Her face was horribly sunken in from malnourishment and her hair had thinned since we'd married.  It took everything I had to compose myself and be a man.  But inside, I was dying. 
    Stephanie came over and placed her arm on