Page 174 of Lilah
I move my hand up and touch my face, I nearly throw up at the pain that explodes in my cheek when I do but I feel stitches.
Stitches. What a bad-butt I am.
I run my tongue along my bottom lip, the lip which got most of the blow, and I find it's got a huge bump from where it was busted open.
"Am Isopretty?" I mumble sarcastically, pronouncing the t's in 'pretty' so goodly. Obviously not. I look like Frankenstein I bet. Well actually, Frankenstein's monster. Frankenstein was the doctor who made the monster.
"Always," he takes a seat on the side of my bed, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"No, it's not, shut up," he lifts my hand kissing the top of it.
"Who got to see my amazing bod' when they put me in this?" I wiggle my brows looking down at the new sweatshirt that I'm wearing.
Oh my Jesus Christ in the morning. I'm not wearing a bra.
"Somebody got to see some seriously good stuff, let me tell you, was it you, you little hooker? You got to see it all. I meanall," I ramble.
"Karter's wife," he says and I nod. He missed out. And I missed out on making a mother trucking friend, too busy being stupidly passed out.
I feel like my legs could run a mile. Just my legs.
"What drugs am I on? Can we turn the dosage up? My face hurts like an elephant just stomped on it," I groan.
"Karter get the fuck in here," Grey's lovely language just lights up my life. Karter, aka, Dr. Weiner, waltzes in.
"Which amazing drug has my mind feelinggreat?Did you give me crack?"
"Are you an addict?" he questions.
"I like drugs."
I look at Weiner. He looks at me. I wink at him. Then wink nonstop about 11 more times.
"Is she having a seizure?" Wiener questions.
"You're the doctor, WeinerMan," I tell him, winking once more and making a clicking sound with my mouth.
"Baby, what the hell are you doing?" Grey grips my chin, turning my face toward him.
"I'll wink at you too," I wink at him. Then make the same clicking sound four times. Grey smiles. He smiles at me. A real good smile.
It bakes my flipping beans.
"Hey Weeny," I look at Weiner. He looks at me. I wink at him, make the clicking sound, and kiss my middle finger then show it to him.
"Jesus fuck, Lilah," Grey grips onto the finger and pushes my hand back down.
"What?" I question. I didn't do anything wrong.
With my other hand I raise my middle finger to Grey. I draw a heart in the air with the finger. If I drew the heart on paper it would be purple because I would like it to be.
He grabs that finger, releasing my other hand. His face breaks out into a smile and he lets out a beautiful, deep, and melodic laugh.
"You gave her somegoodshit," he leans to me kissed my temple.
"He did give me goodshit," I nod holding my fist out so Weiner can give me a fist bump.
