Page 151 of Mayhem and Minnie

Her arm shoots out and she stops the nurse.

“May we please have a male nurse treat my husband?” she asks in a sweet voice.

Husband.

She called me her husband. In a possessive way, too.

That’s my girl.

She not only claimed me publicly, but she also put on a mask to make sure no other male can witness her beauty. Of course the least I can do is ensure that no other female touches me, too. I’d say it’s a fair exchange.

My chest fills with pride—though that also sends a stab of pain to my ribs.

Alas, this is the type of pain I don’t mind.

The nurse is taken aback by the request. She frowns as she looks around for help—most likely trying to signal security again that we’re a couple of weirdos.

But if my Minnie is a weirdo, I don’t mind being one either.

I sigh as I glance at her. Another sharp pain erupts in my chest.

Beautiful, poised, and jealous. What more can a man ask for?

“We’re at full capacity, Mrs.,” the nurse replies uncertainly. “He needs to get his arm treated?—”

“I know, and I’m sorry to ask this of you. But my husband has a psychological condition that only gets worse if a female touches him. It’s for his own good, you understand.” The same sweet tone, but there’s a tacit threat in the way she’s staring at the nurse.

Fuck, that’s hot.

I’d tell her that, too, if it didn’t hurt to speak or move.

“She’s right,” I croak, followed by a groan of pain.

Minnie grabs my non-injured arm and places my hand in hers.

“Please?” She bats her lashes at the nurse.

The nurse sighs.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she mentions. “Until then, please apply pressure on the bleeding site.”

Minnie takes her duty seriously as she presses a bandage against the bleeding wound.

“You’re sure you’re fine?” I ask, studying her intently.

“Yes.” She rolls her eyes. “You should take care of yourself, first. How could you pull your IV out of your arm?” She tsks at me.

“You weren’t here,” I grumble.

She blinks, then looks away, blushing furiously. Even the mask cannot hide the redness that spreads up her face.

The male nurse comes over and takes care of my arm. I’m asked to undergo a few more tests to make sure my chest injuries are not life-threatening.

Oddly enough, only I’m forced to withstand a CAT scan. They barely pay attention to Minnie.

I argue with them, of course, demanding that they take care of her first. But I’m told she’s perfectly fine aside from that one scratch. That’s relieving. I vaguely remember taking her in my arms at the time of impact. That must have protected her quite well, a fact that makes me preen.

That should help her see that I’m the best match for her.

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