This Love of Mine (Raine Series #1) Read Online Free PDF

hours with the knife
wound I was sporting on my leg. Cami's brother was a nurse at the local hospital,
so I agreed to let her take me there first, and then to the bus station. There
was no way I was spending another night in this messed up town.
    We
pulled into the parking lot of Good Samaritan Hospital a few minutes later and
I was relieved that I could get this thing stitched up without anyone knowing.
I reached for the door handle to get out, but felt Cami's tight grip around my
elbow.
    "Um,
what do you think you're doing?"
    "What
do you mean? You're the one who told me to get it fixed, so I'm getting out to
get it fixed." I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous she was being.
    "Not
that stupid. You're not walking. Let me go get a wheelchair for you. No
arguments!" She gave me a stern glare before hustling inside.
    She
emerged through the sliding glass doors a second later, wheelchair in tow. As
ridiculous as I thought she was being, I knew there was no way in hell I
would've been able to walk in there, even with her help. I stepped out onto the
sidewalk and then maneuvered my way into the wheelchair. I was in a tremendous
amount of pain, but I didn't want Cami to notice anything. It was bad enough I
was going to have to tell her I was moving to Texas, this would send her over
the edge.
    Once
inside, a man in blue scrubs came sauntering up to us and I instantly
recognized her brother Mike. Of course, he was having to see his baby sister's
best friend like this, which was just my luck. Her brother was handsome and so
hard not to look at. Cami and her brother could have been twins, except for the
fact that he was six years older than us. He had short dirty blonde hair, Cami
had the same color but hers hung just above her waistband like mine. They both
had piercing green eyes and a perfectly round face, and to top it all off, they
were both in incredibly great shape.
    They
sucked!
    I
laughed a little to myself before her brother interrupted me. It took him less
than a second to look over me and my injuries before he was hustling us back
into a private room. I was thankful to him for this, seeing how my shirt was no
longer on my body. I quickly wrapped my arms over my bra-covered chest, as Cami
started pushing me back to the room.
    There
was a lot of commotion back here, but I was okay with the distraction. Once we
reached the last room at the end of the hall, I pulled myself over to the bed
and threw my head back. I wasn't looking forward to having to explain my
injuries and how I came to get them. Luckily, Mike new a little bit of my
history and didn't ask too many questions. Once he had me all situated, he
looked over the open wound on my leg, and then ran out to go find the nearest
doctor.
    A few
minutes later, a short middle-aged, balding man in a white coat came walking
towards me. Mike must have explained the situation, or lied about how it had
happened, because the doctor didn't ask any questions. Mike had already pulled
off my shirt that I had been using as a tourniquet, so the doctor was all set
to go.
    "Well
Kayla, it looks like the stab wound is deep, but the bleeding has stopped, so
that's good. I'm just going to take you for a quick x-ray to better survey the
damage, if any. Is that okay with you?" I simply nodded.
    His eyes
raised up looking at the gash on my head and swollen jaw before settling back
on my eyes.
    "Kayla,
can you open your jaw?"
    "Yes
but not very far. It hurts real bad." I answered through clenched teeth.
    "Well
it looks to be dislocated. I highly doubt it's broken, but we will take an
x-ray of that as well. As far as the gash on your head, we can fix that real
easy with some butterfly strips. Now, let's get you back to x-ray."
    I tried
to give my best smile, but it hurt too bad to move. I was once again back in
the wheelchair and being carted off to x-ray. They didn't take too long, and I
was back in my room in no time at all. I was relieved that my little trip to
the emergency room was taking less