Page 102 of Lost
“That’s both sweet and very descriptive,” I smirk. “I don’t want to end up back here. Now, do your job and tell me how pretty my feet are despite having most of my toes broken.”
“That’s not funny,” he complains, putting on a pair of gloves while I pull mine off. “Give me your feet.”
Adrain rolls his chair over to me, and carefully moves my foot, looks at my toes, and nods before checking the next one.
“Any pain when you walk?” he asks. “I’d ask for an X-ray, but I don’t think there’s any need for it.”
“Work smarter,” I agree. “No pain, not even in heels.”
“Good. Let’s see your hands,” he says.
Adrain does a full work up, even having me pull off my coat so he can check my ribs. He’s in the middle of feeling his way along them when someone bursts into the room.
“Can I help you?” he asks the nurse with flushed cheeks.
“Sorry, Doctor. You’re being asked for,” she says breathlessly.
“Why?” Adrain asks, his fingers continuing to move. “They’re not completely healed, but they’re on the way on this side, Hollis. Let me see the other side, and then you’re free to go since I’m being summoned.”
It must be a really rough time because while he has his grumpy moments, Adrian isn’t usually this sarcastic.
“I’m sorry,” the nurse breathes. “It’s the new intern, Harris.”
“Where is she?”
“In Bay four,” she says. “She needs a consult for a patient.”
“Give me just a second. Please let her know I’m on the way and not to panic,” Adrian says, waiting until the door shuts to blow out a breath.
Pushing away from me, he strips off his gloves with a groan.
“I love that this is a teaching hospital, but this scheduler needs an orgasm or something,” he says.
Perking up at his words, I say,“Mrs. Learns, right? Can you show me where she works? I just want to talk to her. Tyde is bonded to Nova now and he’s been working nonstop. This shit needs to stop.”
“Hollis, please don’t hurt Mrs. Learns,” he frowns.
“Can I just scare her a little?” I ask. “Please?”
“As long as you get her to change my schedule too,” he grumbles. “My hours are a fucking mess. I just want to fuck my pack for three days straight and not have to come into work.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I promise, dropping over the edge of the table and pulling on my coat and shoes.
I do have my knives and a gun underneath my clothes since I’m out and about today. It almost feels odd to have them since I’ve been weapon free for the past few weeks. Cian insisted on giving me both a driver and a guard, something I’ll have to deal with because Emilia is still a problem.
“A part of me wants to talk you out of this, but the selfish, tired part says that she’s up on the second floor in room twenty-five B,” he says.
Picking up my bag, I nod.
“Got it,” I say, letting him open the door for me like a perfect gentleman and stride out the door. “Pleasure as always, Dr. Royal.”
“You’re such a brat,” he huffs, hoofing it to go save some poor intern as I find the elevator with a chuckle.
I mean, he’s not wrong. A minute or two later, I’m knocking on Mrs. Learns’s half open door.
“If you’re lost, I’m certain I can’t help you,” she calls out. She’s wearing thick, clear glasses, is in her late fifties, and curls her lip churlishly at me.
“I’m not lost,” I say pleasantly, stepping inside the room. Mrs. Learns is a beta, her loose fitting, loud flower shirt and electric blue pants a bad fashion choice for her. “I’m here to discuss the way that you’re scheduling the ER doctors. Are there only two on the floor?”
