8: Elise

WHEN I came to, I was covered by a blanket and I was sitting on Gian’s lap in the backseat of a vehicle.

When I started to move, I realized his arms were wrapped securely around me while one of his hands held a towel to the wound in my head. And he growled.

That, and that he was in the foulest mood I’d ever felt him in, froze any further movements I might have made.

We were silent until we arrived at the hospital.

Four stitches were done to close up my wound, and an MRI scan was performed on me. I was in a hospital bed where I never ever wanted to be, and I normally would have been fidgety, except Gian kept glaring at everyone and everything so I didn’t want to cause any more problems for everybody.

He was scary, as if he was going to explode if anyone made one wrong move or said one wrong word. The doctor and nurses were walking on eggshells.

Madame Soniah was there, too, and she was still in her party gown, worried about me and very guilty because she was the one who had invited Shie