Declan’s POV
I’d been sat in this damn cubicle for hours; the doctor had restitched my thigh after giving me a lecture about being more careful. Sorry mate, the girl I love was in the hands of a lunatic, next time that happens, I’ll make sure to ask the bloke if he minds being a bit gentler when we fight.
Talking of my girl, I was getting beyond antsy, I needed to find Dakota, see her, hold her, know that she was OK.
‘Mr Connors’ the doctor intoned as he walked around my cubicle again, clipboard in hand.
I rolled my eyes, what now? They’d sewn me up, what more did they need to do?
His next words were drowned out by a familiar voice yelling, ‘where is my baby? You better tell me right now or so help me . . ‘
‘Valerie, calm down’ came my father’s gruff voice before footsteps echoed alo
