“Suit yourself,” he breathed as though he was sad that he wasn’t going to be able to tell her what he did with womeninstead of dating them. “Savage had a thrombosis in his coronary artery, and Bowie and I rushed him to the hospital. He’s going to be fine. They are giving him thrombolytics to break up the thrombosis, and with some rest and spending a few days in the hospital, he should be fine. Of course, he’ll have to be on anticoagulants for a while to make sure that this doesn’t happen again.”
Harley stood there staring at him, her mouth probably wide open, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. “Um, the only words I recognized out of your whole speech were coronary artery. So, did Savage have a heart attack?” she asked.
“Not exactly, but it could have led to one if not treated,” he said.
“Well, thank you, doctor,” she said, turning to leave the office.
“You’re welcome,” he called after her. Harley stopped in the doorway and turned back to him. She wasn’t sure if he was just giving her shit or if he really was a doctor. She didn’t know many doctors in the Royal Bastards, but then again, Savage was a Rocket Scientist.
“Are you being a smart ass or are you really a doctor?” she asked.
“I’m a doctor,” he admitted. “I work on the base in town—Redstone,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m aware of the place,” she said. Everyone in Huntsville knew that place. You couldn’t turn down a street that didn’t lead to the base in some way. “And you promise that Savage is going to be okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, “he’s in good hands. Bowie and I got him to the hospital in time.”
“Well, I guess I should thank you for that,” she said. Harley left the office and walked back behind the bar. Maybe she was a bit too mean to Hex, but then again, she really didn’t know him.Maybe he deserved it on some level, but for some reason, finding out that he was a doctor helped curb her anger. If he had helped to save Savage’s life, then he must not have been too bad of a guy—right?