In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 252

"Let me tell you something," Alexei said after a long silence. "We're not just going to sit here waiting for rescue. We need to explore this place. See what we're working with."

Keira looked at him skeptically. The way he winced when he moved told her his head was pounding worse than he let on. "You should rest. That head injury isn't something to mess with."

"I'm fine," he insisted, though the tightness around his eyes told a different story.

"You're not fine. I can see the pain radiating from your eyes." Keira stood up, brushing off her ruined dress. "I'll look around. You rest."

Alexei started to protest, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture. "For once in your life, don't argue with me. Your royal stubbornness isn't helping either of us right now."

Surprisingly, he didn't fight her on it. "Look for cameras first. We need to know if they're watching us."

Keira nodded and began a careful inspection of the room. She moved methodically, checking corners, light fixtures, any place that might conceal surveillance equipment. The bathroom was tiny, just a toilet and small sink, a shower with no curtain or screen, all grimy with age. No window, no mirror, nothing useful.

"No cameras that I can see," she reported, returning to the main room. "They must be confident we can't escape."

On her way back, something caught her eye in the corner of the room—a small metal cot she hadn't noticed before. It was partially hidden behind some stacked boxes. She had been looking up mostly.

"Alexei, there's a cot over here." She hurried over and tested it. The frame creaked, but seemed stable enough. "Come on, you need to lie down."

He hesitated, that princely pride battling with obvious discomfort.

"Don't make me drag you over here," she warned.

That earned her a weak smile. "As if you could."

"Try me." She returned to his side and slipped her arm around his waist. "Up you go, Your Highness."

Together, they made their way to the cot. Alexei sank down on it with a barely suppressed groan of relief. Keira helped him stretch out, noticing how he tried to hide his grimace as his head touched the thin mattress.

"Wait here," she said, as if he had any intention of going anywhere.

She returned to the bathroom and found what she was looking for: a small first aid kit mounted on the wall. Opening it, she discovered basic supplies: bandages, antiseptic wipes, and most importantly, a small packet of pain relievers.

Back at Alexei's side, she held out two pills and her water bottle. "Take these."

"What are they?"

"Just acetaminophen. Not exactly royal-grade pain relief, but better than nothing."

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