Page 80 of Fate Awakened

Omg, he’s sexy. Like stupid hot.

My mind replays our night in his bed in slow motion causing my thighs to clench.

“May I come in?” he asks after a moment, uncertainty lining his features, and I struggle to understand why.

“You just did, Candy Cain,” I say, trying to sound smooth, but I laugh at myself and erupt in a fit of coughs.

He rushes to my bedside, grabs the discarded water cup, and offers it to me. With some effort, I lift my hand and take the cup from him. After a few sips, he guides it back to the table.

“How are you feeling? Are you in pain? What do you need?” his question rattle off in quick succession, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so flustered.

He smells good.

“One thing at a time, handsome,” I attempt a smile, and a pull at my forehead has me reaching up. Cain’s hand stops mine before they reach their intended target.

“You have a bandage there. Leave it until the doctor comes by,” he responds.

“What happened to my head? Why am I in here?” I ask, searching my brain for the last memory I have stored there.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asks softly, fear flashing across his face.

“Are you reading my mind?” I ask, concerned he knows about the dirty things I replayed moments ago.

“No, just trying to help you get your bearings,” he says, giving me a small smile.

Oh good! Then… Fuck you’re hot. I want to lick you like a Candy Cain.

I wait, testing him to see if he’s listening and then falling into a fit of giggles.

What medicine do they have me on, and can I have more? Ha!

He lifts an eyebrow at me, studying my odd reaction.

“What medicine are they giving you?” he asks aloud, causing me to stop laughing immediately, my eyes growing large at the realization.

He can hear my thoughts! I knew it!

Before I can call him on it, an older man with round spectacles walks in.

Spectacles is a funny word.

He’s carrying an iPad and looks a little flustered.

“What’s the prognosis, doc?” I ask, putting on an accent in an attempt at a joke. It’s then that I realize how serious everyone else is.

Jeez, who died?

“Hello, Brielle. I’m Doctor Radolf, and I’ve been handling your case.” He hands the device to Quinn and washes his hands while continuing his spiel.

Spiel. Spectacles. Why so serious?

A giggle slips out, causing him to pause.

“How long have you felt… a little loopy?” he asks, his face pleasant and his hands efficient as he checks my heart, lungs, eyes, and ears, finishing by having me squeeze his hands and wiggle my toes.

Wiggle. Ha!

“Loopy? Since I woke up. Is it because of the bandage on my head?” I ask, curious why I feel excellent besides my stiff joints and starving stomach.

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