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“No. It’s okay. I put a glove on…”
“Bran…” Silas frowned deeper.
“I know. We’ll stop at the drugstore and doctor it when we get home.” It didn’t look like it needed the hospital, though they could reassess that after they’d done what they could with what was available over the counter. There was no reason to panic, though their boy needed to learn to look after himself better than ‘put a glove on’ in cases like this.
“Oh, don’t bother yourselves…”
“You are worth bother, boy.” He wouldn’t have that nonsense.
Silas was nodding vigorously. “Yes. You need to take better care of yourself, and you need to let us take care of you.”
“2224,” called out the girl behind the counter, and Bran went to rescue the food.
“Okay,” he said as he got back to Silas and Jamie. “Let’s get going and get you fixed up as quickly as possible.”
“I’ll sit in the back with our boy.”
Bran nodded at Silas. That worked.
“I’m okay. I promise. I’m good.” Jamie was just not used to being taken care of. Poor boy.
“You’re okay, but you could be better and we’re going to make sure that happens.” He patted Jamie on the back and hustled them to the car. He set the food on the passenger seat in front and waited for Silas to get Jamie and himself buckled in before merging into traffic and heading for Bank Street and the drugstore.
“I’m really okay, guys. You don’t have to worry about me.” Jamie sounded so dear, so sweet. Bran’s heart was aching.
“You’ll be more okay once we’ve doctored that hand,” he insisted, knowing Silas would back him up.
Sure enough, Silas chimed in right away. “Bran is right. And it’s a five-minute detour, including the time in the store. So this is happening.” Silas leaned in, kissed their boy. “Let us take care of you. You’re not a problem.”
Bran grunted his agreement and turned onto Bank. It would be a done deal in two minutes. He pulled the car into a spot in the tiny parking lot behind the building.
“Why don’t the two of you stay here, and I’ll pop in and get the stuff we need.”
Silas beamed and waved him off, then dove in to kiss Jamie again.
He chuckled and shook his head as he went into the store and found the first aid aisle. Jamie was going to have to learn that they would be taking care of him, from small stuff to big stuff. Their boy could turn to them for anything.
He wound up picking up more than they needed and more than to just doctor burns, but he figured their first aid kit could use a refilling anyway, and soon he was walking out with a bag full of bits and pieces.
Jamie was panting, and the windows were fogged up. Someone was being naughty.
He handed the bag to Silas. “I got everything we needed for those blisters, plus some stuff to restock the first aid kit. Why don’t you doctor his hand now?” He wanted Jamie hurting as little as possible, and the Solarcaine had a numbing agent in it.
“Totally. Poor sweet hand. And you were going to type with it?”
Jamie shrugged. “I need to try, huh?”
“We should get you voice-to-type software.” That would take out the need to use his hands altogether.
“Oh, I could never do that. Never.”
“Why not?” Bran asked. He’d heard good things about them.
“I—people would hear me, and what if I wrote a sex scene. Can you imagine?” Jamie’s cheeks glowed in the streetlights.
“Mmm, are you going to be writing sex scenes?” Bran asked.
“Oooo, fun!” Silas laughed softly. “We won’t mind hearing you writing a sex scene, boy. Not at all.”
