Page 175 of Lilah
"Azalea!" Grey looks at me, his eyes wide, "don't say that word."
"Shit, my bad," I tell him.
"Holy fuck. I can't believe you said that," Grey chuckles then pauses, "don'tsaythatword, got it?"
"Got it fu-" he places his hand over my mouth.
Weiner appears to be appalled. I pull away from Grey remembering my face hurts.
"Listen here Dr. Wenis, my face hurts give me some more pain meds please and thank you. And you should throw in some LSD."
"Dear God," Karter shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh hey, can I sit up? My back hurts," I grunt.
"I guess-" Karter starts.
"You guess? Oh gosh, you aren't even a real doctor, are you? Are my stitches on the correct side of my face Grey?"
"No," he tells me seriously but I can tell he's kidding because I'm on drugs. Hopefully.
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?" Karter asks.
I don't even know whoIam. Let alone what numbersare.
"Who's asking?" I narrow my eyes suspiciously.
"What?- Azalea do you hurt?" he chuckles.
"I'm about to have a heart attack if you don't let me sit up," I warn.
"You can sit up," Karter nods.
I try to sit up, it may not look like it because I don't move, but I tried.
"Somebody pull me up," I reach out and Karter pulls me up.
"My back's on fire," I groan and Karter's eyebrows furrow.
"Why?"
"You didn't see it?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"See what?" Grey asks suspiciously.
"My killer boobi-" Grey grips onto my hipbone and I thrash.
"Ouch, crackhead," I raise my fists like I'm gonna fight him.
Man, I feel good. Tired, weak, and smexy.
"Grey, look," I motion to my back. He pulls up the back of my sweatshirt and I feel him tense.
Karter moves to the side and he looks too. I just close my eyes and let a sigh escape. After forever of hiding that, it feels kind of relieving to show it.
"I'll be back," Karter leaves the room and Grey lowers my shirt. I look over to him.
"Azalea, tell me," he sighs.
