Page 10 of Siren in Love
Mike made sure Corvin was sitting safely on the exam table, then guided the human’s hand to the bunch of paper towels.“Hold these while I do the paperwork, okay?”
“Just because you asked nicely.You’re not my lawyer, Mike.You lied to the nice nurse.”Corvin blinked up through the mess of bloodied blond curls.
“I am tonight, and I’ll send him chocolates if you think I was rude.Okay, there are a few things on here you’ll have to tell me.”
Corvin sighed.“Do you always get this nosy on first dates?What do you want, birthday?Blood type?Shoe size?”
All of those, Mike thought, but he kept it to the things actually on the form.From his voice when he answered, Mike could tell Corvin wasn’t enjoying being where he was.Perhaps it was the hospital, the way the evening had gone, or being in pain.At least he’s not as pale as he was.Not back to normal yet, but an improvement all the same.Why are humans so breakable?
They didn’t have to wait long.In fact, Mike had only just managed to finish the intake form when the door opened and a doctor with white streaking her long hair walked in.
“Hi there.My name is Dr.Morales.I heard someone hit his head?”
Mike immediately liked the doctor.Her voice was warm and confident, and that was cause for relief.
“My client did.”Mike handed Morales the form and let her flip through it.
“All righty.I’ll take a look at that.”She put the form aside and donned a pair of rubber gloves while Corvin watched with big eyes.“You’re okay with me looking?”
“Uh, it’s probably nothing.”Corvin’s voice was feeble, prompting Mike to step up next to him and rub his back.
Morales was unfazed.“In that case, you’ll be done really quickly, and we’ll call this your annual checkup, okay?”
She’s good at dealing with stubborn patients.Maybe I should ask her when she works in case he gets hurt again?No, that’s too much.Right?But it’s important to make sure humans get adequate care and…I’m getting ahead of myself.Fuck.But he’s so fucking precious.
“Hey.”
Corvin’s green eyes were focused on Mike.“Huh?”
“I said you don’t really have to stay for this.I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”
But I want it to be.“I’m staying.Don’t you worry.I won’t tell them you’re bad at adulting.”
Morales chuckled.“That would fall under patient confidentiality anyway.This looks nasty.”She was carefully prodding at Corvin’s wound.“Head wounds always bleed a lot, but this one actually needs stitches.”
Corvin attempted a dramatic sigh.“Does that mean it will scar, Doc?”
Morales hummed.“I’m afraid so.”
“Just tell people you were in a bar fight.”Mike kept his voice calm.
“That wouldn’t be unreasonable.How did this actually happen?”Morales asked as she got her tools ready and went about disinfecting the area.
“Bar fight,” Corvin said.
Mike snorted.“An unfortunately aimed buckle on a shoulder bag.But we were in a bar at the time.”
Morales’s sigh was heavy with sympathy.“Accidents like that are the worst.Your evening out is ruined, but at least I get to stitch my initials into the back of your head.There’s an upside to everything.”
Just when Corvin was about to laugh, she jabbed him with the anesthesia.
“Ow!”
“Sorry about that.”Morales didn’t sound sorry at all.
Corvin, frowning, looked up at Mike.“I’m blaming you.”
“I don’t mind.Do you want me to hold your hand while the doctor initials you?”
