In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 172

Roman and Luca arrived at Metropolitan General just as the ambulances pulled into the emergency bay. Roman could already see Blair's car speeding toward them.

"She's driving like a maniac," Luca observed, following Roman's gaze.

"Can you blame her?" It worried the shit out of him, and he would be reminding her that she was pregnant later. Right now, her first concern was her sister. Which he understood. If this had been his sister, he knew he would have done the same.

They watched as the paramedics wheeled both gurneys through the automatic doors. Keira was sitting up on hers, arguing with the EMT about something, while Alexei lay flat, eyes closed but clearly conscious.

Blair's car screeched into a parking spot, and she was out almost straight away. Sutton emerged more carefully from the passenger side, one hand protectively over her small bump. He was glad they were together.

"Where are they?" Blair demanded, rushing up to Roman.

"Just went inside. We saw you taking first place for NASCAR Cup series and thought we would wait."

Blair didn't hear his crack about her driving and was already moving, but Roman caught her arm gently. "Hey. Take a breath. She's okay."

For a moment, Blair's composure cracked completely. Her blue eyes filled with tears she'd been holding back for hours. "I can't… I need…"

Roman pulled her against him, letting her have this moment of vulnerability before she had to be strong again for her sister.

"I know. But she's tough. They both are."

Sutton reached them, with the same desperate worry etched across her face. "Are they hurt?"

"Alexei has a head injury, but he was conscious and talking. Keira seemed physically unharmed," Luca reported, wrapping an arm around Sutton's shoulders.

"Seemed?" Blair pulled back from Roman.

"She was walking, talking, making her usual smart remarks to the paramedics," Roman assured her. "But they'll do a full evaluation."

The four of them made their way through the emergency department doors. A nurse at the triage desk looked up as they approached. "Can I help?"

"Yes," Blair said immediately. "Keira Warner and Prince Alexei. Where are they?"

"They're both being evaluated in the trauma bays. The doctor will be out to speak with you shortly."

"Can we see them?" Sutton asked.

"Once the initial assessments are complete, yes. Please have a seat in the family waiting area."

Blair looked like she wanted to argue, but Roman guided her toward the chairs. While Luca did the same to Sutton. The waiting area was a study in uncomfortable beige, with motivational posters about healing and hope that somehow managed to feel more depressing than encouraging.

"This is bullshit," Blair muttered, pacing instead of sitting. "She's been through enough without being poked and prodded by—"

Pregnancy was really messing with Blair's emotions. They seemed to be heightened.

"Blair," Sutton's voice was gentle but firm. "They need to make sure she's really okay. After what happened..."

Roman watched Blair's face, she'd been holding it together for hours, being the strong one while her younger sister was missing. Now that Keira was safe, all those suppressed feelings were demanding attention.

The hospital room was super clean compared to the warehouse, Keira welcomed the clean white walls and the absence of that musty, dirt and grim of their prison. She sat on the examination table, legs dangling over the edge, still wearing the torn crimson dress from the gala that felt like it had happened in another lifetime.

Dr. Morris, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and gentle hands, had been thorough but efficient. Blood pressure, temperature, checking for signs of trauma or injury. Standard protocol for kidnapping victims, she'd explained.

"Everything looks good so far," Dr. Morris said, making notes on her tablet. "No signs of serious physical trauma. Some minor bruising on your wrists from the restraints, but that should heal within a few days."

Keira nodded, her fingers unconsciously rubbing at the marks the zip ties had left. "Can I go home soon?"

"Just a few more questions, and then we'll get you discharged." The doctor's tone remained professional, but Keira caught something in her expression that made her stomach clench. "I need to ask about your time in captivity. Were you... did anyone hurt you in any way that you haven't mentioned?"

The question hung in the air, loaded with implications that made Keira's cheeks burn. She knew what the doctor was really asking.

"No," she said firmly. "No one touched me. Not like that." It had been close if it hadn't been for her fast thinking.

Dr. Morris nodded, but her expression remained serious. "I understand this is difficult, but given the circumstances, I'd like to perform a rape kit. It's standard procedure for kidnapping victims, and it can help with the investigation—We don't have to tell your family for now."

"I said no one touched me," Keira interrupted, her voice sharper than intended. Because someone had but not like that.

"I believe you," the doctor said gently. "But sometimes victims don't remember everything clearly due to trauma or drugs. They block it out. The examination would help us rule out—"

"I remember everything." Keira's hands clenched in her lap. The problem wasn't that she didn't remember. The problem was that she remembered everything, including what had happened between her and Alexei on that narrow cot.

Dr. Morris studied her carefully. "Miss Warner, I understand this may be hard to come to terms with—"

"I said nothing happened." But even as she said it, Keira realized that wasn't entirely true. She needed to protect what happened. She was protecting Alexei, protecting what had happened between them, protecting something beautiful from being twisted into evidence in a criminal case. Then getting leaked to the press.

"The examination is non-invasive," the doctor continued. "Just a quick check to ensure there's no physical evidence of assault. It would put everyone's minds at ease."

Keira's mind raced. If they did the examination, they'd find evidence of sexual activity. Alexei's semen would still be inside her. They'd see the slight bruising on her thighs from where his fingers had gripped her. They'd know she'd had sex recently.

And then the questions would start. The assumptions. When it came out the kidnappers hadn't touched her. The only other person was Alexei. Media nightmare waiting to happen.

"No," she said again, more firmly this time. "I don't consent to the examination."

Blair was already shaking her head. "If Keira says nothing happened, nothing happened. She wouldn't lie about that."

"Sometimes trauma victims—"

"Don't." Blair's voice cut like a blade. "Don't you dare suggest my sister doesn't know her own experience."

Sutton placed a calming hand on Blair's arm. "What about the prince?"

"Concussion, but mild. We're keeping him for observation, but he should be fine." Dr. Morris looked back at Blair. "Your sister is asking for you. But please, try to convince her to let us do the full examination."

Blair and Sutton were already walking toward the trauma bay doors before the doctor finished speaking.

Roman caught up with them. "Wait."

They looked at him.

"Trust your instincts about your sister." He took Blair's hands, feeling them tremble slightly. "She's been through enough. I won't let them victimize her again by not believing her."

They found Keira in trauma bay three, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking pissed off.

"Blair! Sutton!" Keira's face lit up when she saw her sisters.

Blair crashed into Keira's arms first, tears streaming down her face as she held her sister tight. "I was so scared—"

"I'm okay," Keira murmured, stroking Blair's hair. "I'm right here. I'm okay."

Sutton wrapped her arms around both of them, creating a cocoon of Warner sister group hug. For a moment, the hospital room filled with quiet sobs of relief and whispered reassurances.

"Don't ever scare us like that again," Sutton said fiercely, pulling back to examine Keira's face.

"I know." Keira's voice cracked slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't exactly plan on getting kidnapped. I mean it's not like we aren't a family on a soap show." With everything they had been through.

Blair cupped Keira's face in her hands, "Are you really, okay? Not just physically. You—"

"I'm fine," Keira interrupted, but something in her tone made both sisters pause.

Roman and Luca hung back near the doorway, giving the sisters their moment while keeping watch. Roman caught the subtle exchange of glances between his wife and Sutton. They both sensed something their youngest sister wasn't saying.

"The doctor wanted to do some kind of examination," Blair said carefully. "She said you refused."

Keira's jaw tightened. "Because nothing happened. I told them—the kidnappers didn't touch me. Prince Alexei was there the whole time. I'm fine I promise. But I would kill for a cheeseburger."