Page 132 of Bae

There was always that slim chance, I supposed. But I really didn’t think so. He saw how serious I was when I vowed he’d never get any peace. I’d blow up that fucker’s world if he messed with Rim. “Don’t worry about. I took care of it.”

“Are the police going to be looking for you?” She sighed.

I laughed. “What do you think I am? An amateur?”

The curtain made an earsplitting sound when the doctor slid it open and strode in. With him was a nurse dressed in yellow scrubs with a lab kit in her hand.

“I understand you fainted,” the doctor said, not looking up from her chart.

“Yes.” She confirmed. “But I really don’t think it’s anything.”

“People don’t just pass out for nothing. There’s usually a reason.”

“Told you,” I cracked.

The doctor looked up. He was probably in his late forties, with dark hair that was cut really short. “Romeo Anderson?”

I gave him my hand. “Hey, how are you?”

He shook, then looked at Rimmel. “This is your wife?”

No. It’s my girlfriend.Idiot. “Yes. I’m hoping to find out why she fell over on me,” I said instead.

“Jackie here is going to take some blood. Then I’ll ask a few questions. I’ll come back in when the labs come back, and hopefully we’ll know what’s going on.”

Rimmel gave the lab kit and Jackie a dubious look. I caught her eye and lifted a brow, daring her to argue. I’d embarrass her. I wasn’t above it, and she knew it.

With a sigh, she surrendered her arm and looked away when the needle poked her.

The doctor asked a bunch of questions, made some non-committal sounds, and then we were left alone to wait for the results.

Rimmel pointed dramatically to the giant cotton ball and tape on the inside of her arm. “Are you happy now?”

“I won’t be happy ‘til I know nothing’s wrong.”

My phone went off, and I pulled up the text and made a rude sound. “They won’t let everyone back.”

“It’s not like we’re doing anything anyway,” she said, exasperated.

My phone went off again.FYI: He got the website shut down. For a while anyway.

Good. Missy, aka #BuzzBitch, never should have messed with us again. She’d get hers.

We’ll be out soon, I typed out, then slid my phone away.

“You’re okay, right?” Rimmel asked, her voice unsure.

I tilted my head to the side. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, Braeden said you got into a fight with…him. And I’m sure he wasn’t very nice to you.”

Kane. The jackass.

“He’s a loser.” I scoffed. “He didn’t even try to hit me. He knew it would be a lost cause.”

“And seeing him?” She fretted.

Her concern for me always got me in the feels. How she always seemed to worry about me the way I did her.

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