6:34 PM; CLINSTONE SPECIALTY HOSPITAL, RECOVERY ROOM 101
Jensen cracked one eye open, turning his head to the side. “Eli?” he questioned, his voice rough.
Bo lifted his head, a tired smile on his face. “Hi, love,” he whispered. “How’re you feeling?”
“Groggy… and like I need to brush my teeth.”
Bo chuckled softly. “That’s the anesthesia,” he murmured. He pulled his chair closer to the bed, clasped one of Jensen’s hands in his own. “You have to stay at the hospital for a little while for observation and vitals and… and all of that.” He sniffled, raking his free hand through his hair. “You’ll be okay, though.”
“Told you so,” Jensen whispered. Bo clearly didn’t find the humor in the statement. “What’s that for?”
Bo looked down at the blue bandage wrapped around his arm. “I donated blood. Hospital was low on O-negative.” He rubbed at his jaw, closing his eyes briefly. “Jamal sent one of his people in, had him bring O-neg from a hospital in South Dakota. It helped us both out, really,” he said.
Bo shook his head. “We have the same blood type for a reason, love. It’s to help each other,” he assured.
“Yeah,” the younger man breathed. “Do the kids know?”
“They’re with Jake and Alice. They know you were in surgery, and they know you made it through okay. I’ll call in a little bit to let them know you’re awake.”
“Were you here alone? When I was in surgery?”
“Oh, Jupiter, no,” Bo murmured, shaking his head. “Jake was here with me in the waiting room. He didn’t leave until the doctors said you were okay, and even that was only with my permission.”
“Good.” Jensen reached up, laying his free hand on Bo’s cheek. “Sorry I worried you, Eli.”
“It’s not your fault. You were doing your job.”
“I’m going to stay here with you tonight.”
“They’re gonna let you spend the night?”
“I’m Jamal Pitman’s right-hand man. They don’t really have a choice,” Bo said.
Jensen chuckled. “Fair enough.” He cleared his throat, licking his chapped lips. “Did we catch him?”
Bo hesitated for a split second before saying, “No. But they’re still looking. The APB and the BOLO are all over the news. Him, his car, his mom’s car, everything.” He sighed. “Once everyone got the okay that you were alive and well, Ramirez and Floyd went to the mother’s house. She’s dead, has been for well over a month.”
“He’s been living in his dead mom’s house?”
“Seems that way. He must’ve hated her so damn much,” Bo whispered.
“Think he raped her, too?” Jensen asked.
“Probably. Gwen said the upstairs was cold as ice. He had the AC kicked all the way on in her room.”
“Yeah, seems that way,” Bo repeated. “Gwen… said her genitals were mutilated. Just like Gia Weaver’s. He hated his mother, so he killed her, violated her. And when that didn’t satisfy all of his sick urges, he found the Weaver family, and when they didn’t do it for him, he snuck into the Willis’s home, tried to take them down, too.”
“But he got stupid, came out at the wrong time,” Jensen said.
Jensen patted Bo’s cheek. “We’ll find him. Or, they will. I’ll stay here.” Bo smiled faintly, offering a nod. “Get in here, babe. Please?” Bo rose to his feet, setting his phone the small bedside table before climbing onto the hospital bed with his husband. “I’m so sorry, Eli,” Jensen whispered as Bo snuggled up against him. “I almost broke a promise to you.”
“Almost,” Bo echoed. “That’s the important part. You fought, and now you’re here. You kept your promise.”
“Right. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, love,” Bo whispered. He kissed Jensen softly, a hand resting delicately on the younger man’s cheek. “If you ever do that to me again, I’ll make you quit your damn job.”
Jensen stared at him for a moment before chuckling. “Deal, baby.”
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