Page 96 of Heartfelt Pain
My mouth drops open. “Rude!”
Tyler peels the frozen peas away from my arm.
“My peas,” I mutter when they end up in the trash.
“You weren’t going to eat them anyway,” Trevino says.
“You weren’t going to eat them,” I crankily reply.
“Right.” Tyler straightens. “You’re going to need an X-ray.”
“Are you a real doctor?” I ask.
“How have you and Tristan gotten on?”
It’s amusing hearing someone call Trevino by his first name. Not that the bodyguard agrees.
“Is he always this grumpy?” I ask Tyler.
“He’s actually learned to let a lot go.”
“Her blood pressure also needs to be checked,” Trevino tells him.
“What?” we both ask at the same time.
“She gets dizzy when she stands up.”
“I do not!”
Tyler frowns. “How much water do you drink?”
Betrayal twists into me like a knife. “Not you too!”
“Her body is lucky if she gets one glass a day,” Trevino informs him. “But she works twelve hours a day.”
“You’re so fucking fired.”
He shrugs. “Why do you think your friends are so worried you’ll have a heart attack?”
“Right.” Tyler says, reading my chart. “Your heart rate and blood pressure are elevated for obvious reasons right now. Any headaches or blurry vision, ever?”
“No.”
Trevino clears his throat.
“I’m going to fucking murder you.” He thinks I’m kidding. I’ve got the name of almost every hired gun in the city.
“Okay, we’re going to start with an X-ray to see what’s going on,” Tyler orders. “We’ll get to the pain meds from there. Do you have a primary physician that you can speak to about your blood pressure?”
“Yes.”
“No,” Trevino answers at the same time.
“Can you hand me my phone,” I ask Tyler. I’m texting Isolde right this second to come deal with him.
Tyler’s sigh reminds me of his best friend. “You had to come here of all places.”
Trevino places a hand over his heart. It’s the first mocking gesture I’ve seen him make. “You said we needed to see each other more.”
