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Doyle Bogan, the man who was supposed to transport Bette and her partners through the Mexico-US border, arrived to pick them up at their secret location soon after Marcus summoned him. He got out of his van and handed Marcus the bag with Bette’s clothes.
Leaving Mark and Tasha with Doyle, Marcus went inside to help Bette. The nurse boy was giving her another shot of pain medication so that the journey back to LA wouldn’t be much torturous for her.
”How long is this going to last?” Marcus asked the boy, putting the bag with clothes on the bed at Bette’s feet.
The boy stared at him, looking kind of startled.
”The painkiller effect? Will it last till morning?”
”Lo siento no hablo ingles,” the boy uttered rapidly, then collected his things and hurried out of the room.
Marcus watched the closed door in confusion. ”’Da hell?”
”You scared the shit outta him,” Bette croaked, a small simper curved at the corner of her mouth.
”The boy must be dealing with types like us daily, is he still not used to it?” Marcus said in a rhetorical question before turning to Bette. ”Doyle brought your clothes. Those you were in are ruined. So we’re gonna get you dressed now,” the man pointed out and helped the injured woman into a sitting position after unhooking all the wires from her.
”No. Get Tasha in here,” Bette objected.
Marcus nodded with understanding and left.
Supporting herself by clinging to the bed rail so she wouldn’t topple over, Bette blinked several times, slow first, then faster, trying to clear her foggy vision and take a look around the place. Having not achieved the desired result, the brunette simply closed her eyes. She felt the moment when the pain medication kicked in and flooded through her system, for nothing hurt anymore. Her mind plunged into another realm entirely as she zoned out of her physical surroundings altogether.
She was about to dive headfirst into the floor when strong hands caught her shoulders and kept her from falling.
”Hey,” Tasha called for Bette’s attention, eyeing her with concern. ”Marcus said you needed help getting dressed.”
Bette looked up at her partner with heavy eyes and mumbled the permission. Tasha took the clothes out of the bag and proceeded to dress the groggy brunette.