Page 144 of Pack Scratch Fever
But Blair and Poe both give me harsh looks while I receive my instructions.
“No working, but you can visit your rescue,” the doctor finally acquiesces, and I grin while Blair rolls her eyes.
“Piper, youknowwe have it all under control,” she says, but I just smile bigger.
“She’s not going to listen to you,” Poe says, his eyes fond as he looks at me.
“Oh, I’m aware.” Blair snaps.
“Also, based on your new suppressants,” the doctor says, flipping through my paperwork, “you will probably have a Heat within the next week.” She turns to Poe. “Since you’ve been here the whole time, I’m assuming you’ll be around when that happens?”
My face burns with embarrassment, but Poe simply nods.
“Then read this thoroughly.” She hands Poe my discharge papers. “Look out for any side effects and don’t hesitate to call us if you sense something is wrong.”
“You don’t have to do all that,” I tell Poe. “I can take care of myself.”
He looks amused. “I’m well aware, sweetheart,” he purrs. “But you’re in no position to argue right now.”
I glare at him.
Thenerve.
“And you don’t have to take care of yourself anymore,” he adds softly.
The doctor smiles at me. “You’re lucky you have such caring people in your life.”
My anger dissipates.
“You’re right,” I agree.
As we wait for a nurse to bring a wheelchair, Poe leaves the room to bring his car around to the front of the hospital.
But not before Blair gives him ahug.
“Thank you,” she tells him, and he simply nods.
Once he’s gone, I stare slack-jawed at Blair. “Since when did you two become best friends?”
“Since he saved the rescue and atoned for his mistake,” she says. “Since he came to me with his plan to buy the place, all because he loves you and wants to see you happy.”
I open and close my mouth, unable to respond.
“I like your pack, Piper,” she tells me plainly. “I approve.”
“They’re…they’re not my pack.”
She chuckles. “Are you sure about that?”
I chew my lip.
“I guess not.”
“I reek,”I state as Poe drives me to the packhouse.
I desperately need a shower, and I can’t wait to stand under the magnificent showerhead that’s in the bathroom of the nesting room.
“You don’t. You smell like lemon bars and mint,” he assures me.
