By popular demand. 🙂
Heroes: A Hero to Master Me
by Marteeka Karland
Mike’s head hurt like a son of a bitch. His arm and leg too. As did his abdomen, but he wasn’t complaining. He was alive. What he was in a snit about was the absence of his phone. The need to find Zaraiah burned in him like acid. Every time the nurses or interns had approached him, he’d growled at them, repeating over and over that he just wanted his goddamned phone.
Finally, one little aid had had enough. “I’ll get your goddamned phone when you let me have your goddamned arm to take your goddamned blood pressure.” When he’d opened his mouth to deliver a scathing reply she’d added, “Prick.”
Well. When she put it that way.
Mike hadn’t given the staff any more problems. An hour later, the same aid escorted his family into this room. “Been a bit of an ass, but overall I think he’s OK. His nurse will be in later to check on him and give him some meds to stop his pain.” With a glance at Mike she added, “And hopefully the bitchiness.”
Mike scowled after her—which she ignored completely—then noticed his brothers with hands over their mouths or turning around. The women openly grinned. His niece, little Abigail, merely shook her head. “When Mommy Melanie gets like that, Daddy Chase says it’s PMS.” She cocked her head to the side. “Do you get PMS too, Uncle Mike?”
“And that’s my cue to find Princess Abbie some dinner,” his sister-in-law, Melanie, said. “I’m so glad you’re OK, Mike.” Melanie’s warm smile held a bit of mischief to it when she added, “Please let Chase know I’ve placed an order to have central heat installed in his doghouse next week so he doesn’t get too cold.”
Chase, who was standing at the door gave Melanie a “wha—?” look before winking down at Abigail and leaving with the pair. As good as it was to know his family had rallied behind him, holding vigil for him, there was only one face he wanted to see.
“Where’s Zaraiah?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking the question as he scanned the area, not finding her.
“Relax, big guy,” Steve said, his arm around their mother as he urged her forward. “She’s just changing clothes. Elle and Laura took her to the apartment.”
“Will she be back?” Mike sat up, wincing when he did. “She may not let them bring her back.”
“Just relax, dear,” Vivian said, patting his shoulder and easing him back onto the bed. “She promised me, and I believe she’s a woman of her word. She’ll be back. Though after that is entirely up to you.” She gave Mike a pinched look, her lips pursed in disapproval. “You need to apologize to that girl.”
“But, Mom, I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Vivian gently slapped his hand. “Sometimes, it’s the perception of wrongdoing. Besides. Does it really matter? If apologizing to her will make her feel better, will you really look at her and say ‘I didn’t do anything wrong?’”
With a sigh, he said, “Point taken. But there’s something she doesn’t know, and I need to tell her.”
“Perhaps you should have done that already? Maybe she wouldn’t have run, and you wouldn’t be here right now if you had.”