Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 41

It’s a bit like a jail break.

Only I’m leaving the hospital.

Brian wheels me out into the hallway and we look both ways.

“You ready?” he asks.

I fight a smile. “Let’s do this.”

He wheels me to the left and toward the double doors at the end

of the hallway.

I’m sure there are follow-up visits I’ll have to schedule and a whole slew of paperwork to sign myself

out of here so the hospital isn’t liable for anything. But I just don’t care about playing nice anymore, or

about playing by the rules.

Where did that ever get me?

He pushes me out of this wing and I sh oot a fist in the air in

victory.

He laughs and picks up the pace until we’re almost running-well, he’s running, I’m ‘rolling’ to the

elevator bay.

There are some nurses hollering, “wait!”

I cover my eyes as I’m wheeled in and the doors close.

He punches the button for the ground floor and the elevator starts its descent.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say. I twist my neck and glance up at him. “I can’t believe you’re

here. This is all so surreal.”

I’m about to have my first date-at my dad’s funeral.

Tears fill my eyes.

“Some things are worth waiting for, Leah.” He tucks my chin. “All right, this is the hard part. So, uh, try

not to look too conspicuous.”

I’m in a hospital gown. I still have the iv needle in my hand. My hair is a big, wild mess.

I’ve got Thor pushing me around.

“We’re definitely going to stand out.”

“Just act normal,” he says.

The doors open with a ding and Brian pushes us through the main area of the hospital.

He smiles at the female guards on duty, thanking them for their time and help. Next up, we have to

clear the billing department and there are additional guards at the end of this corridor.

They’re even scanning wristbands, probably to make sure the patients are cleared and not dashing out

without insurance or making payments.

I hold my breath.

“Just stay calm,” Brian whispers.

“Do you have your paperwork, miss,” the older man at the door asks. He’s in his sixties. Dark hair.

Bald.

“I’m just taking my wife outside for a few minutes. She has surgery tomorrow. They’ll start prepping her

in a few hours. Her room isn’t even ready yet.”

He doesn’t say anything.

I look the man in the eyes. “I might not make it,” I admit. “I just want to breathe some fresh air for a bit.”

The man continues to stare at me. He’s human, at least I think he is. He doesn’t say anything for

several seconds. Then finally he relents. “All right. Don’t stay out too long. The temperature is going to

drop tonight. And though it’s busy now, the beds are going to open up as the night shift starts.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Good luck,” he tells me.

I keep my eyes down and hold my breath as Brian wheels me out the last door.

I’m not just escaping this place for a while.

I’m escaping my life.

This choice…it’s my own. And for the first time, maybe ever, I’m doing something for me…