40: I’ll swoon later.
**Killian pov**
I groaned as the doctor gave me the final instructions and waved her clipboard like she had the secrets of the universe written down here. “You’re cleared for discharge, Alpha,” she said and grinned, looking like she expected me to shout or faint from joy.
For the record, I wouldn’t do any of those things.
“Finally,” I muttered and sat up in the uncomfortable hospital bed.
My legs still felt a little wobbly, but I had been walking around the hospital room with Jonathan’s help and getting better with every day passing. I wasn’t sure if the getting better part was on doctors or Jonathan alone, but either way, I was happy to finally leave this place.
Speaking of Jonathan, my sweet, absolutely perfect and totally kissable Jonathan - he appeared next to the bed with eyes as wide as I could imagine would fit only an owl high on caffeine.
“Do you feel like you can stand up?” He asked as his eyes darted between me and the clipboard in the doctor’s hand.
“I can manage,” I said a little too quickly and forced a smile, even despite the fact that there was a part of me that wanted to attack him with a pillow for hovering this much.
Jonathan had an inhuman ability to read me without words, which is why he grabbed my hand and squeezed it before I could try to get off the bed alone. “No, you can’t. Hold my hand and don’t let go, okay?”
“Seriously?” I grumbled and rolled my eyes, but still let him wrap his fingers around mine.
I didn’t need to say it out loud, but the warmth of his touch always reminded me that even in my weakest state, I wasn’t alone now that I had Jonathan. Alpha or not, I too wanted to be babied sometimes.
“You’re staring,” Jonathan chuckled and I pretended to blink at him as the innocence impersonated.
“I’m observing you for research purposes,” I muttered and tried to suppress the smirk that was spreading across my lips. “Scientifically speaking, I need to know how mate support improves recovery.”
Jonathan snorted out a laugh and brought my hand to his lips. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously effective,” I countered and leaned a little closer to him. Honestly, I enjoyed the absurdity of moments like these - my body was recovering nicely and I didn’t need lectures from everyone, so I preferred to distract Jonathan with ridiculous banter.
The doctor cleared her throat, and I sighed, forcing my attention back to her. “Alpha, we ran tests on your blood and found some rather unusual toxins in your system.”
I froze and squeezed Jonathan’s hand. “Excuse me, did you say toxins?”
“Yes,” she nodded and flipped through her notes. “We don’t know how they got there. Normally, they would be lethal over time, but they require a trigger. That trigger never appeared, we’re not sure why or how, but you can consider yourself lucky.”
I blinked at her like an idiot and echoed, “lucky?”
“The toxin alone can’t attack internal organs. Whatever is supposed to activate it didn’t happen, so you survived,” she explained.
I looked down at my hand in Jonathan’s, trying not to let panic spread through me. “So, what you’re saying is that I survived because the trigger didn’t appear?”
Jonathan tightened his grip around my fingers. “And you’re still here holding my head, so I believe the Doc is right, lucky seems accurate.”
I rolled my eyes and grumbled, “lucky doesn’t cover nearly enough.”
“Enough scientific discussion,” Jonathan said and flashed me a grin that took my breath away. “You’re coming with me, now - bedroom or nothing.”
“No,” I muttered and allowed the nurses to help me up properly. “Office first, I need to see Kayson.”
Jonathan glared at me with nothing but suspicion. “Kayson? Really? You’re not going for some melodramatic swooning over me?”
“I’ll swoon double the normal amount later,” I said and flashed him a quick smirk. “Right now, I have responsibilities, so let’s move.”
He rolled his eyes but helped me toward the office anyway. “Fine, fine, priorities. I can wait, but I expect uninterrupted hand-holding afterward.”
I laughed and shook my head because both of us knew I’d annoy him with more than just holding his hand and demanding kisses. At least after I got to rest a little bit first.
As Jonatha guided me into the office, Kayson was already there, sitting down and looking around with a look on his face that meant he had arrived for business, not a check-up for a sickly friend.
“Killian,” Kayson greeted me and slowly rose from his seat. “You look like shit. Are you sure that you’re good enough to sit through a quick meeting?”
“Oh, thanks, friend, much appreciated,” I grumbled and let out a dry laugh that made Kayson grin like a lunatic he sometimes was. “I’m fine now, more than capable of dealing with my responsibilities, you dick.”
Kayson arched an eyebrow at me, then winked at Jonathan, which made me growl at him and the asshole only laughed in response. “You’re lucky Johnny boy is here to hold you upright, otherwise your massive ego would’ve taken you down before you left the damn hospital room. Also, if he wasn’t here, I’d totally use the chance to beat your ass too.”
That made me laugh, although Jonathan didn’t look even a least bit amused by Kayson’s words.
When I finally sat down, Jonathan stood behind the massive chair, still hovering around and acting like I truly was a weakling, not an Alpha. I both loved and hated how protective he was.
As Kayson sat back down, I cleared my throat and spoke again. “I’m managing fine for now, the Doc said it’s safe for me to leave the hospital, so I’d say it’s as good as it gets in terms of my health. On that note, we have bigger concerts than me, possibly fainting from exhaustion, so hit me, what did you want to discuss?”
Kayson glanced at Jonathan and for a second, I could see that look of doubt in his eyes, but he quickly hid it and shook his head. “Sorry, I’m being a dick, I know. I don’t mind Jonathan staying here, it’s the stupid instincts in me that make me doubt everyone. Anyway, I do trust Jonathan, so let’s get straight to the point, which is Milly’s territory. I want your permission to enter her territory and investigate before she takes action she can’t reverse.”
“I need more details than just this. What kind of unusual activity are we talking about?” I asked and leaned against the backrest of the chair.
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