Bun In The Oven

(ARLO)

"Y…yes ma'am." An older nurse near the door replies obediently.

"Wait," Sasha commands. "You don't need to call security. We can take care of this ourselves."

"B…but."

Sasha gives her a tight-lipped smile. "I said we will handle this."

Her eyes widen and she nods in agreement. "Y…yes." She turns to me. "Are you hurt anywhere? Did your stitches pop?"

I shake my head. "I don't know." I press on my abdomen and wince. "It hurts, but it was already hurting before."

The nurse helps me up and gets me on the bed. She examines my stitches with a frowning expression on her face. "They seem alright. Did you fall from your bed?"

"Y…yeah. Kind of."

I meet Miles' dark gaze and smile at him tentatively. He doesn't smile back. His gaze pulls away with a grim expression. He is always deadpan but right now, he looks hurt. I try to catch the look on his face, but this time he doesn't look at me.