Amare (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 8

Okay! Here is the real next chapter since the last one was pretty short. There is swearing in this chapter, again too. So just be aware of that. I love you all so so much! I am so excited for Halloween. What are you guys gonna be for Halloween? I am going to be a half burned up and cut up pin up girl and the other side of my face is going to be perfect makeup and pristine! I'm excited. I love you all so much! Xoxo -Hannah

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CHAPTER 8: Ethan pulled off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the hard plastic chair before settling back down, grimacing as his lower back protested.

He always hated hospitals and just one out of the many reasons were the chairs.

They were always a bitch to sit on and he was almost positive his ass was going to be permanently molded to the bottom of the chair.

God, when he was in some of the worst places possible, they managed to have chairs more comfortable than this, he thought with a growl as he shifted again.

Drake walked in just as Ethan was about to go all wrestler and smash it against the wall.

"How is she?" he rumbled, his deep and growly voice naturally bouncing off the tight confines of the waiting room walls.

Ethan sighed and raked a frustrated hand through his hair, shook his head.

"To be honest, I don't know. The last I saw of the damn doctor was when they were wheeling her away and all I was able to do was ask for a tox screen." He said with a growl and Drake shook his head as he shifted his big feet.

"Shit, man. I can't believe this happened at Cecily's charity fundraiser. Did you see anything?" he asked and Ethan held back a snort.

Oh, he had seen a whole lot and all of it was of blue eyes and beautiful black hair.

He snorted in disgust.

"No. That's the thing I can't believe. She was standing right next to me when it happened." He snarled.

Drake stared at his partner in disbelief. He had never seen Ethan this torn up before and he had never seen him foil a mission, either.

"She has gotten to you, hasn't she?" he asked quietly.

Ethan glanced up and a wry grin danced on his lips.

"Dude, she has gotten to me in every fuckin' way possible."

They were silent for a moment after that when a throat clearing had them looking up.

Sydney, who Ethan had learned as Alice's best friend, walked into the room, her gown swishing on the floor and her hands holding two cups of coffee that Ethan could smell from where he was standing.

She smiled and walked up as she quirked a brow, her eyes tired.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked and Drake cleared his throat and shook his head.

Sydney moved her gaze away from the monstrously sized man and to the blonde guy.

"You Alice's Ethan?" She asked and Ethan straightened, not only because he was being addressed, but because she had called him 'Alice's Ethan' and he couldn't deny the sharp pleasure that shot up his spine with the couple words.

"She talks about me?" he asked as a smirk pulled at his lips.

Sydney opened her mouth to reply when the doors swung open and an older man with silver hair and warm eyes entered the room wearing a white doctor's coat and holding a clipboard.