Grayson's Mate

Chapter 1.-2

SOMEONE WAS POUNDING on Reagan’s head with a sledgehammer. Heavy, insistent, and downright unbearable.

When the f**k did I have time to go out and get drunk?

The throbbing continued and seemed to get worse as Reagan forced his eyes open and a bright light hit his eyeballs.

“What the...” He blinked rapidly as he brought his arm up to press his palm to his forehead, searching for a way to dull the pain consciousness had brought.

“Ow!” Pain sliced through his ribs, and he hissed as his respiration increased and his heart beat a steady, heavy rhythm in his chest.

Reagan tried to get up from his supine position, but the nausea that accompanied the wave of pain proved too much to bear.

“Please don’t try to get up. We haven’t given you anything for the pain yet as we weren’t sure of your medical history or allergies.”

Reagan looked towards the mature female voice that was coming from somewhere within his room. He narrowed his eyes as he stared, his brain frowning over the lack of sense this was making.

His vision was clearing finally, and everything around him looked legitimate. The doctor in a white coat, a sterile hospital room. He’d obviously had an accident of some sort. Why didn’t they have access to his medical records in the hospital?

“Where am I?”

The brunette woman smiled at him with practiced warmth.

“Can you tell me if you are allergic to any medications? I’ll give you something for the pain, and you can sleep.”

“What happened to me?”

The woman pulled his blanket up, and the lights dimmed a little. His eyelids were so heavy it felt like they were weighed down by lead weights.

“You were in a car accident and sustained a few broken ribs and a moderate concussion from what I can determine. Do you have any pain in your body other than your head and ribs?”

Reagan let his eyes close and groaned as another wave of nausea hit.

“Can I prescribe some Endone? Can your body handle codeine or morphine derivatives?”

Reagan nodded, then wished he hadn’t as his headache returned with a vengeance.

“Endone’s fine. I’m not allergic to anything...”

He’d sort all this out when he woke up again. He was so tired.

There was rustling and some murmured words, but he couldn’t stay awake a moment longer. He fell quickly into a dream filled sleep.