Page 108 of Black Heart

Minus ten points for insanity.

“Yes,” Ashlyn said, wondering if she should help him to the emergency room or up to the lockdown unit upstairs.

“Ye shouldn’t be able to see me.”

Locked unit it was, then. Decision made, Ashlyn stood up and looked around the busy waiting room until she spotted what she needed by some frat boy pressing a bloodied towel against his face. She made her way over to the wheelchair, ignoring the way the frat boy leered at her ass and rolled it over to the poor, incredibly hot, mentally unstable man currently trying to stand up.

“Have a seat,” Ashleyn said, gesturing to the wheelchair.

“I can walk,” he ground out, leveling a glare on her as he moved to prove just that, but he didn’t make it very far before his legs gave out on him and he almost fell back on his ass.

Biting back a sigh, Ashlyn wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him to the chair. She really didn’t have time for this good Samaritan crap today, but what choice did she have? He couldn’t exactly take care of himself and the only hospital staff manning the ER waiting room was the triage nurse too busy arguing with some jackass in an expensive suit, who was demanding that he be seen immediately, to help. That left it up to her to drop him off at the psych ward.

“I could have walked,” he grumbled as she pushed him down the hallway towards the elevators.

“Yes, I’m sure that you could,” Ashley said dryly.

“Sarcasm?” he growled, earning two points because that voice of his was sigh-worthy and if she didn’t need to be somewhere soon, she’d probably push him down to the gift shop and buy a romance novel. She’d sucker him into reading all the really naughty scenes to her, but alas, she didn’t have that kind of time.

“Me? Sarcastic? Never,” Ashleyn said distractedly as she studied the hospital directory.

“What are ye looking for?” he asked, sounding suspicious.

“The lockdown unit,” she murmured, wondering if it was labeled under a codename because she couldn’t for the life of her find it listed on the hospital directory.

“I’m not crazy, lass,” he bit out.

“Of course not.”

“I’m not!”

“It’s perfectly normal to stroll around the emergency room naked because you think you’re invisible.”

“I’m not crazy!” he snapped, moving to climb out of the wheelchair, but one well-placed shove from her had him sitting back down like a good boy, a good boy who grumbled and bitched, but that was fine with her as long as he behaved himself.

“Doesn’t matter anyways because it looks like it’s the emergency room for you,” she said, moving to turn the wheelchair around and take him back to the ER.

“I’m not hurt, lass,” he said, moving to get up and this time when she tried to keep him in the chair, he shrugged off her touch and climbed out of the chair, a bit stiffly, but this time, he managed to stand on his own two feet.

Ashlyn shrugged as she pushed the wheelchair away and pressed the call button for the elevator. “Then, you’re on your own, cupcake. I have someone that I need to talk to.”

“I don’t need help,” he bit out as he looked around and when he saw a cart filled with folded blue scrubs, he dropped the sheet, giving her a beautiful memory.

It really was a shame that he was insane, Ashlyn thought with a sigh as she watched him pull on a pair of scrub bottoms that were a little too short and a bit snug around one of the best asses that she’d ever seen. Glaring at her like this was somehow her fault, he grabbed a white tee-shirt and pulled it on. The shirt was tight, encasing perfectly sculptured muscles and making a girl wish that she could forget that he was insane.

That problem was solved when he grabbed some poor guy who’d made the mistake of walking by at that moment by his shirt and raised him off the ground. “Give me yer shoes, lad.”

“Alrighty then,” Ashlyn said, turning her attention to the elevator doors sliding open and pointedly ignoring the insane man as he committed robbery and made some poor guy piss his pants. “You have a nice life now and don’t forget to be a good boy and take your Prozac.”

She stepped onto the elevator, pressed the button for the fifth floor and admittedly hadn’t expected the large mental patient to follow her. Then again, with her luck, she really should have. She mentally berated herself as she calmly reached into her bag and palmed her gun. Then, she thought better of it and reached for her stun gun.

“This can’t be happening,” he murmured in that sexy brogue of his as he raised his hands in front of his face and moved them, wiggling his fingers as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

“Just keep telling yourself that,” Ashlyn said, keeping an eye on him even as she watched the lights climb up to the fifth floor.

“Ye do realize that I’d take ye down before ye even had a chance to pull that out of yer bag, don’t ye, lass?” he asked conversationally as he dropped his arms, admittedly shocking her and grudgingly impressing her at the same time.

“Get tasered a lot, do you?”

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