Page 3 of Call Don't Fall

“They won’t even tell us what’s wrong with you,”Grina sighed.

“What is wrong with me?” I asked as Kirk pulled the thermometer out from under my tongue.

“Hypoglycemia more or less. They’ll do more tests and stuff before you go home. You’ll have to watch it and track it andstuff from now on. If I had to guess you probably skipped a meal today. Well, that or didn’t eat at all.”

I furrowed my brows. I’d eaten a few snacks at the festival but was saving my appetite for dinner. It was how I ate most days.

“You don’t have to incriminate yourself. The fainting and test results already told us that part,” Kirk said. “Have you ever fainted before?”

“I’m not sure I fainted this time,” I said, almost crossing my arms again.

“You did. At least according to your friends. Your lucky the short one caught you so you didn’t konk your head.”

“Treg is good like that. If you can tell them I’m okay, they might let Grina take them home,” I sighed. “Speaking of which. I’d like to go home too.”

“And you probably will today,” he said, meeting my gaze.

His eyes were a deep chestnut almost as dark as his hair. I curled my fingers into fists. I must be hungry because I wanted to run my fingers through those thick locks.

“Probably?” I sighed.

“Probably. You don’t seem very bothered by what I’m telling you,” he said. “Passing out and waking up in the hospital usually freaks most people out.”

“I thought I was abducted or something,” I shrugged. “All these IVs for blood sugar?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that. It’s hydration and electrolytes and some other stuff.”

I knew what he meant. My carrier was diabetic too – diagnosed early in life. I was checked every year during my physical and the autoimmune disease had yet to rear its head until now.

“I didn’t even get my pie,” I frowned, glancing down at the IVs.

“Maybe if you had you wouldn’t have passed out,” Kirk said.

“Maybe,” I rolled my eyes.

Kirk was something I couldn’t put my finger on. Not being able to smell him beyond his typical medical staff pheromone blocker spray pissed me off. Him not touching me pissed me off too. If my wolf had been around I’d have thought I was going into heat. Only —

“Hey! What did you do to my wolf?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything to him,” Kirk shook his head. “He bit me and Doctor Hemlock ordered him sedated.”

“Bane or Lee or one of the others?” I asked.

“Fair question,” he smiled. “Bane was on the floor today. When they brought you in passed out one of the interns thought you were a vampire. We had two come in yesterday with low vitamin d and knocked out like you were. So he jumped the gun and paged him.”

“Why’d he bite you? Why was he out at all?”

“I’m not sure why he bit me. He was probably a bit confused with everything going on.”

He didn’t look at me while he spoke. It didn’t mean he was lying but I reminded myself to ask my friends about it later.

“You don’t believe me,” he chuckled.

“You gotta admit – some pieces of this puzzle are missing.”

“Something like that,” he laughed again.

“What are you so cheerful about?”

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