Declan’s POV
four hours, Four f*****g hours they made me stay and get poked and prodded. X-Rays, Fluids, they even talked about giving me blood, I shut that s**t down immediately.
I was leaning heavily on Daxton as we shuffled out of the ER. My thigh had eleven stitches holding the wound closed. There had been no further glass in the wound so all they had to do was fix me up, wrap it to keep it clean and shove me out of the door with a bag full of painkillers and antibiotics to stop any infection that might be growing due to my refusal to come straight in.
Heading back to the college, I was dressed in a pair of scrubs that one of the nurses had kindly scrounged for me as they cut up my damn jeans. Pulling up outside of our dorm, I waved my roommate away impatiently as he tried to help m
