A Little Bit Married

Dinner, A Bath and A Threat

Kris was still crying inside, and I leaned to him, my voice low. "I am so sorry, sweetheart. I am so sorry, okay? Just... that bad woman came in here, and I had to, okay?"

He didn't respond, but his voice lowered a little. I stopped him up in my arms, rocking him back and forth, my hand running down his back. He soon went quiet and rested on me, and I slowly started to walk him out of the door. I stopped, turning to the drip bag. She had injected it, and the syringe was still in it, stopping it from bursting open. I walked back and grabbed it before walking out the door.

I walked the paths carefully, looking around to make sure there was no one around. Once I made sure it was all clear, I went out to where Gray was, his hands in his pockets, with security men handling the fake nurse.

To be honest, I had been expecting Samantha or Sylvia or someone close. This woman was elderly, kept yelling profanities in French, and didn't seem to understand a word of English.

"There are no records of her," said the hospital manager as she walked up to us. "She doesn't work for us.

"Let the police handle it, then. She tried to do something to my son. I want her charged."

"Is there any..."

"The drip bag," I said, raising it up. "It still has the syringe in it, and with accurate, thorough tests, I am sure you will find out what she wanted to inject in him."

The hospital manager nodded, then stretched her hand to me. "Please, do give it to us. I will have someone immediately check the substance, and we will get right back to you. For now, we are on top of this, and we don't need to involve the police just yet. We could...."

"No," I said simply, putting the bag away. My brows raised, and Gray nodded, slowly coming to my side.

"What... do you mean? We won't be able to run an investigation on the substance if you don't give us the evidence."

"Exactly," I said, feeling a lot more confident with Gray standing right by me. "This is the evidence that your hospital's security is so relaxed that this woman came in dressed as a nurse, found out our room number, acquired a deadly syringe and walked up to try and administer it. Why would I want to give it to you?"

"Deadly?" The manager asked, then gave a small scoff. "We don't even know that yet. We are just..."

"Do not raise your voice on my wife, sweetie," Gray said, slightly shielding me. "I happen to be a very powerful man, and your hospital might not stand here if you cross me. You cheaped out on sexjroty that the patient's relatives have to be night watchmen in a hospital, and yet... all you seem to care about is your hospital's reputation, trying as best as you can to shamelessly try and acquire the only evidence so you can destroy it and go scot-free."

"Sir, I was just..."

"Qe are leaving with the evidence. Send the bill to me, and you will hear from me regarding this."

"Sir," the hospital manager said, coming up to block Gray's path as he tried to leave with me and Kris. "We can talk about this. My office is over there and..."

"And I don't want to talk. What exactly would we be chatting about had something happened to my son?"

"But it didn't!" She said, her voice shaky with desperation. Beads of perspiration had settled on her forehead, and her lips were quivering hard, her chest heaving. "Look, he is fine. Healthy. Our doctors treated him well. See? What more do you want?"

"His safety!" I said, my eyes wide. "You think we came here just so we would have to employ our own bodyguards?"

"But he is safe!" She yelled, apparently grasping at straws now. "He is safe. Look at him. You are making such a big deal of all of this when it is really nothing."

I felt bile rise up my throat, my chest heaving with anger. How could this woman look at us and tell us to our faces that the fact that our son could have, as well, died because of their own negligence was nothing?

"I don't normally hit women," Gray said, his voice cold and steely, his eyes wide. "Don't make yourself the exception."

She leaned away from Gray, then swallowed. "We can talk about this, sir. It was just..."

"Get the f**k out of my way," he said, his tone final, his grip on my hand tightening. "Don't make me repeat it."

She swallowed, then slowly moved away from his path, her head low. Without a word, he walked us to the car and then settled me and Kris in. He went back in and grabbed everything we had brought, and from what I could see, even though the manager was still right there, she didn't attempt to stop him this time.

He walked back to us, put the items in the trunk, and got into the driver's seat, his brows furrowed.

"I can't imagine what could have happened," I said, rocking Kris back and forth. "Those darned women."

Gray sighed before he turned on the ignition. "Let's go home."

I nodded, then leaned back. Kris was simply lying on my chest now, his eyes wide, his hand playing around with my hair and the cap of the hoodie I was wearing.

He was quiet, and I leaned to him, my eyes taking him in. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, and I smiled, kissing his forehead. "You are safe, sweetie. You are safe with us."

He only nodded again, and Gray accelerated the car.

It was dark by the time we got home, and Gray got out of the car, then came around to us, opening the door for us. Kris had fallen asleep again, and I cradled him in my arms and gently got out of the car.

"Thank you," I said to Gray, but he only shook his head and closed the door behind us.

He held my other hand and led us to the front door, then directed the butler to the trunk. He was to take the food since they were all fresh and to dispose of the clothes.

"Wait," I said, my eyes wide. "There is a red dress in there."

"Angeline..."

"I really want it, Gray."

"You can always order another one."

"It wouldn't be as special. I really want this one, Gray."

He nodded and turned to the man. "You heard her."

"Yes, sir," he answered and then walked away towards the car.

Gray led us into the serene place, and I sighed.

"Home," I muttered under my breath, sucking in a sharp breath.

Gray smiled. "Go up. I will have dinner ready."

"Aren't you tired?"

"And hungry," he said, and I gave a small laugh.

"Fine. Want me to run you a bath?"

"Thank you," he said, and I smiled, then walked away towards the stairs while he took the path towards the kitchen.