Page 77 of Dubious Match
Searching for the call button, I push down on it to ask the nurse when the doctor will be able to come by. I try to think of the last time I saw Brice, frowning. I remember that he stayedwith me until he had to get up to use the bathroom. I passed back out after that and don’t remember anything else.
The light shining like a happy son of a bitch through the blinds is killing me. Shutting my eyes, I growl unhappily.
“Why do you hate me?” I complain loudly. It may be theatrical, but did I mention that I am a terrible patient?
There’s no one here to hear me anyway, and Caleb and Lars are outside my door. It’s just me and my miserably large annoyance.
“Hello?” a nurse calls out through the hospital room’s PA speaker.
“Hi, is there any way to know when the doctor will be able to come by? I’ve been here since yesterday and haven’t seen anyone,” I explain.
To be fair, I’ve been passed out most of the time, but I’m grumpy. I’m at that point where if I had a better mother figure, I’d be asking to see my mommy. However, that’s not in the cards for me.
“Yes. Dr. Royal is headed in to see you now. He didn’t want to wake you,” she says.
Now I feel like a jerk. Dr. Royal is wonderful.
“Thank you,” I say. “I appreciate it.”
The PA system goes silent, and the lack of feedback tells me that she’s not there anymore. Turning my face away from the bright sunlight, I wait for the doctor with my eyes still closed.
“Hollis, don’t fall asleep on me,” I finally hear as the door opens.
“The light hurts my eyes,” I explain, squinting at him.
“I’ll fix that,” he says immediately, walking over to close the window blinds without a sound. God, I love this man.
The sound would have made me flinch, and my body is already battered enough as it is.
“It’s safe,” Dr. Adrain says with humor.
Taking a breath, I open my eyes. His face immediately drops any hint of emotion, and I know I’m in for it. His hand rubs at his face, his beard making a slight sound in the silence.
“Just tell me,” I sigh. “Though, how are you my doctor?”
He’s an ER doctor, and usually quite happy to stay there he’s told me.
“We’re short staffed this week,” he grunts, coming over to sit next to me. His short black hair looks perfectly in place despite the long hours it sounds like he’s pulling. “There’s also not a chance in hell I would let anyone else touch you or your files. Hollis, what the fuck?”
I want to say I’m fine again, but don’t. “I made a calculated decision to not kill someone who was being used as a pawn, Adrain. I got the snot kicked out of me in thanks,” I explain. “I’ve decided I’m not going to apologize for that decision because it was the right thing to do. Now, let’s move on. Can I go home or are my lungs fucked?”
They feel fine, though it hurts at times to breathe since my ribs are broken.
“You’re the most infuriating omega on the goddamn planet,” he growls, breaking character.
“Trust me, I know,” I mutter. “Now, tell me the things.”
“I need a chest scan, and then I can tell you more,” he says. “I also want you to stay through tonight if the scan is clear.”
“Why?” I ask, pouting. “I hate the hospital, Adrain. I only came because I was covered in blood.”
The alpha has a little vein in his forehead that pulses when he’s annoyed. It’s kind of fun to see that I can get under his skin this quickly. He’s typically very calm. His brown eyes are spitting fire and he takes a deep breath.
“Don’t yell at the patient,” he mutters under his breath. “Hollis, you’re scaring the fuck out of everyone.”
“Emilia Richardson declared war amongst the flowers,” I retort. “I didn’t do shit except refuse to let her use dating mixers as a means to sex traffic omegas.”
I’m getting angry because I know that I have to explain my actions. It’s not that simple though. Being the person who says enough is enough rarely is though.
