Page 20 of No Strings Attached

“It’s Deputy Savani.”

“Yes, my receptionist told me. Is Sam okay?”

“He didn’t want to stay in bed and snuck downstairs before I knew what he’d done.” Morgan’s words came out too fast as he began to pace again. “I think he did too much, Doc. Some of his stitches are bleeding.”

“My schedule is tight, but why don’t you bring him in if you’re that worried.”

“Now?”

“Don’t run red lights, but, yes, soon would be best.”

Damn it, if Morgan and Sam were bonded, the human would be further along in his recovery. “I’ll get him there.”

“I’ll see you soon.” Dr. Baldwin hung up.

Morgan moved swiftly to the living room and eased Sam off the couch. He wasn’t sure if his mate was just tired or if something else was going on. Thankfully, Sam had on the shirt and shorts Morgan had bought him yesterday. He cradled his mate to his chest then hurried to the garage.

Opening the door was a bit tricky with his hands full, but once he got it open, he carefully lay Sam in the seat.

After Morgan buckled his mate in, he bolted around the hood and jumped into the driver’s seat. He snatched the keys out of the cup holder, then almost took the garage door off when it slowly opened. Traffic was light as Morgan rushed toward the clinic.

Ten minutes later, he parked, gently lifted Sam out of the passenger seat, and headed inside, thankful for the sliding doors.

A woman behind the desk looked up and then frowned, probably wondering why Morgan was carrying Sam. “Is he okay?”

“I’m Deputy Savani. Dr. Baldwin is expecting me.”

“Are you sure your friend doesn’t need the emergency room?” she asked.

“I’m fine,” Sam groaned. “Why are you carrying me and who is that talking to you?”

“Can you just get the doctor?” Morgan gave her a tight smile for her concern.

When she walked toward the back, Sam’s eyes popped open and he stared up at Morgan. “Do you mind telling me what’s going on?”

“Your wounds are bleeding,” Morgan said. “Dr. Baldwin told me to bring you in.”

Concern filled Sam’s dark blue eyes. “I overdid it, didn’t I?”

“I told you to rest,” Morgan said.

“Get me out of here,” Sam whispered. “The doctor is going to crawl up my ass for this.”

“Not a chance,” Morgan replied. “Since you want to be stubborn, face his wrath.”

His mate narrowed his eyes. “Traitor.”

A nurse came out, or at least Morgan assumed she was one. “Follow me.”

“Either turn around and get me out of here or put me down,” Sam said as he wiggled.

“I’m not doing either.” Morgan was led to an exam room. Although he was worried about Sam, he couldn’t deny having the guy in his arms thrilled him. “Your stitches are already bleeding. You’ll only make things worse by walking.”

Sam’s head fell back as he groaned. “You’re overreacting.”

“We’ll see.” Morgan lay Sam on the table, hating that he had to let him go. “If you try to get up, I’ll sit on you.” He wasn’t taking any chances when it came to his mate. Whether Sam liked it or not, he was staying off his damn feet until he was fully healed.

“I fell asleep,” Sam argued. “I swear I’m fine.”

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