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reappeared minutes later and sat on the corner of the bed as Gecko went to work. The bald tiny man didn’t ask questions. Frankly, Gecko didn’t want to know what had happened, or why Hawke was even out of prison to begin with. He was a man of few words, opting to just assess the wound and take care of it.
    Smart man.
    He patched up the cuts along Hawke’s arm and then began stitching the gaping wound shut. All the while, Tyler watched, not at all disturbed by the gruesome scene.
    God, she looked different. Two years had transformed her. Curves had sprouted. Soft ones, but ones nonetheless. She wasn’t a little girl anymore. 
    “He didn’t have to shoot you,” she whispered to him just then.
    Hawke didn’t respond, but he stared at her hard, and she felt it deep in her bones. That stare was razor sharp. There was no way to shrug it off because when Hawke looked at you, he really looked at you.
    She fidgeted a little before meeting his gaze and they looked at each other. He saw her chest move faster, watched the way her lips parted. She still looked at him the same, he realized. Like he was some kind of god. He never understood her fascination with him, but he liked it, and he missed it, and he hoped to fucking god she didn’t look at anybody else in the club the same way.
    Tyler. Again, there was always…always something about her. Hawke couldn’t place it. Couldn’t put it into words, either.
    When Gecko finished, he dosed Hawke up with painkillers strong enough to put a horse down. Then he packed away his things and the first thing he asked was, “How do I get paid?”
    “Hector is in the room next door,” Tyler responded, avoiding Hawke’s eyes. “He’s expecting you.”
    “What’s he doing?” Hawke cut in.
    Tyler was uneasy. “He’s…with a girl.”
    “You’re shitting me right now.”
    She shook her head slowly. “He stopped off at some titty bar on our way here and found some girls. He thought you’d be into the idea too.”
    “Jesus Christ.” Hawke clenched his teeth.
    Here he was in a dump of a place, hiding out from the law, and his brother was already getting his dick wet. This was why he doubted Hector taking over when everything had gone down. He couldn’t think past his own dick.
    Gecko, sensing the tension, managed a stiff nod and strode out of the room as fast as possible, shutting the door quietly behind him. Tyler looked at the door for a few moments and then back at Hawke. He was already drowsy; his head swam and his body felt contentedly numb from the pain.
    The room was still and the silence felt heavy. Hawke began to feel groggy, like his limbs weren’t working. With heavy blinks, he watched Tyler shove the covers off the bed. Then she rested on the mattress, pressing her body against the length of his. Her head sat on his chest, her cheek pressed against dried blood and she was completely unbothered by it.
    “What are you doin’, Tyler?” he asked, his voice slow and sluggish.
    “You got busted out of prison,” she replied quietly. “I won’t see you again for a long time. All those months piled on top of one another, and it was a giant blur. I don’t know if I can handle that happening again, Hawke.”
    “You’ll be fine.”
    “Your bedside manners suck.”
    “You say that like you’re the one that’s bleedin’.”
    She let out a shaky breath. “I am bleeding.”
    He sighed and tried to lift his arm up. He groaned. His body felt far away. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a while and it didn’t sit well with him.
    “What are you doing?” Tyler asked.
    “Trying to lift my fuckin’ arm up. What’s it look like?” he grunted.
    “Do you need help?”
    “No.”
    It took him several awkward moments, and then his arm went up and dropped around her frame, good hand cupping her small shoulder. Her body relaxed at the gesture and she breathed deeply, wrapping her arm around his hard torso.
    “Everything is gonna be alright,” he told her. “You don’t