Page 42 of Call Don't Fall

“Low sodium too,” Doctor Dreala pointed out. “I never could stomach the low sodium kind but it’s healthier.”

“Don’t dragons burn off like twenty percent of the salt and sugar they consume?” Kirk asked.

“Well, we know your brain is working, Kirk,” Doctor Dreala laughed and moved the jerky to the bedside table.

I opened it up and Kirk grinned at me, happy to see me digging into food. Only I had other plans for the jerky once I finished my milkshake. He was going to eat one way or another. If his wolf woke up hungry, it’d be a really long day for all of us and I just wanted to go home and go to bed.

“Where did Treg go?” Kirk yawned.

“Home to sleep. They have a date tonight.”

“Good for them. I hope they get laid.”

“You are high,” I said, offering him a bite of my milkshake on the spoon.

“Okay, okay,” he said and took the bite.

Bit by bit, I encouraged Kirk to eat. At first it was just a bite or two of my milkshakes and then it was some jerky. Eventually,day shift arrived, and Lar came to visit and brought leftover pizza. I didn’t think Kirk was a leftover pizza for breakfast sort of guy, but it got him to dig in.

“Still so much I don’t know about you,” I teased, nibbling on a piece of pepperoni from his pizza.

“If you’re still hungry, you can have it,” he pushed the plate toward me.

“No, I’m not hungry. I just like pepperoni. Don’t need the extra carbs from the crust right now.”

He nodded toward the pizza, and I arched a brow.

“Take the pepperoni, mate.”

“You need the protein,” I reminded him. “Feeding me and our pup is all well and good but if you don’t recover, we’re in for a lot more trouble than me not eating all the pepperoni.”

“I’ll recover. A bit of pepperoni isn’t going to make the difference.”

“Eat!” I said, picking up a piece and holding the tip out to him.

He bit into it and shot me a dirty look.

“I’d blame your wolf for that but he’s out cold,” I sighed.

“No, he’s not. He’s the one who woke me up to tell them to check your blood sugar.”

“Oh. He’s been quiet.”

“Oh, I’m a traitor. The doctor is a traitor. The other nurses are traitors. Everyone is a traitor who knocked him out instead of letting him fight the steering wheel and everyone else around.”

“Oh, that attitude.”

“You’re not a traitor. You weren’t there,” Kirk chuckled.

“I’d hope he doesn’t think I’m a traitor. I’m his mate and they pulled the same dirty trick on me too.”

“My poor mate,” Kirk sighed and kissed me on the forehead.

“No, my poor mate. All beat up by trucks and poles while trying to hunt ice cream.”

“Next time I’m using the delivery service,” Kirk chuckled.

“Yeah, you aren’t going to be able to drive for a while.”

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