Free Forgiven (Touched Series #2) by Vicki Green Page A

wanna go home,” I whine as my hand holds my arm and my sore bare feet dangle from his arm.
    He continues into the sliding doors, not looking at me just straight ahead, and I see we are getting close to a desk with a nurse sitting behind it. “Not until a doctor sees you. Quit whining and let me take care of you, for once.” He finally looks down, and I give him a pout in which I receive his cocky smirk, and then he turns his head back front.
    “May I help you?” The nurse asks, eyeing Bo up and down and not even looking at the bundle in his arms.
    “She’s hurt. I think her arm may be broken and she has lacerations on her arms, legs and feet. There could be more elsewhere. She needs to be seen now,” he demands. The nurse smiles and finally notices me then looks down at papers on the desk.
    “Please fill this out and I’ll alert a doctor immediately,” she holds out papers on a clipboard like he has a free hand to take it? I roll my eyes, move my hand that’s holding my hurt arm and snatch it from her. Bo growls at her, her eyes widening, and he walks us over to the nearest chairs but instead of setting me in one, he places me on his lap.
    “I can sit in a chair you know.” My eyes roll and I place the clipboard on my lap, my hand shaking as I hold the pen and try to write. I look up at him when he removes the pen from my hand and gives me his cocky grin.
    “Let me.” He looks over at the nurse and yells, “I need a blanket. Now.”
    She looks up from her desk at him then at me, stands and leaves. Soon she is walking towards us and wraps a blanket around my trembling shoulders and smiles. “Th…. Thank you,” I stammer. She nods and returns to her desk.
    I look down as he writes on the form, his penmanship neat, and his arms around me helping with the blanket to get some warmth into me. I watch intrigued as he continues to answer the questions on the form without my help and look up at his gorgeous face. His brows are creased with his concentration. “How are you so sure you’re answering them correctly,” I query, my trembling calmed down enough that I’m not shaking as hard as I speak.
    His eyes move to mine as his cocky grin returns. “Please. I know you better than you do.” My eyes widen in my disbelief but when I look back at the form, my eyes scanning his answers, and I scrunch up my face at the knowledge that he is indeed correct. “Told you.”
    He hands me the clipboard and then rises, walking to the nurse’s desk as he holds on to me firmly. I hand it to her when she looks up, and then he takes me back to the chair, sitting down. I shift on his lap, laying my head on his shoulder. Just as my eyes close my name is called and we’re up again. He carries me through some double doors that open for us, down a hallway as we follow another nurse and then into a small room, setting me on a small bed. His strong hands help me to lay down. My body feeling a little better but the surface isn’t much softer than the ground was. The nurse comes over and takes my hand, from under my hurt arm, pressing her fingers against my wrist while looking at her watch. Then she takes my blood pressure and my temperature.
    “The doctor will be with you shortly,” she says sweetly then proceeds to walk from the room and turns, closing the big plastic drapes. I move my hand back to holding my arm and finally close my eyes when Bo clears his throat. My eyes open just a crack and look over watching him pace the small area beside the bed.
    “I’m sorry,” he begins while his fingers run through his wet hair. “I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I’m no better than you by getting so mad, so quickly, and without giving you a chance to even talk. I don’t know what got into me. Well, yes I do know. I just got so mad when you talk about yourself that way, degrading yourself, but the choices you made…. I had no right to just assume. I should have known you had some kind of reason for selling your….