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home hadn’t been nearly as difficult as he’d worried it would be. He knew his mate felt guilty leaving her with Lisa so much. Raul had four hours to pull this off.
Raul glanced at the clock on the wall, tapping his fingers impatiently on the bed. He wanted to call Jared, find out where he was, but then his friend might decide not to help. He’d had to assure his friend that he really was feeling fine. He’d even started refusing pain meds. Six days floating on the damn things was enough. It was time to get on with his life.
Besides, there was no way in hell he was going to be in the hospital over Christmas, which was only four days away. He wanted his first holiday with his mate to be at home, together. And the fact that he was tired of having an erection he couldn’t do anything about except in the bathroom didn’t have anything to do with it.
It was fucking miserable.
Admitting that he had permanent blue balls was what finally convinced Jared. His friend’s left brow had risen slowly, then he’d cracked up into huge guffaws. He’d even lost it enough to slap Raul’s calf. Good thing it was on his good leg.
Jared pushing a wheelchair into the room pulled Raul out of his thoughts. “You ready?”
Raul nodded. “How you getting me by the damn nurse’s station?”
His friend gave him a toothy grin. “No worries. She’s prepping your release papers right now. For some reason, she got approval from Doctor Carmichael just ten minutes ago via phone.”
Pausing while disconnecting wires, Raul murmured, “I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
Shrugging innocently, Jared responded, “They must have made an exception.”
Snickering, Raul said, “I don’t even want to know.” He waved his friend over. “Let’s get out of here. Where are my clothes?”
Jared tossed a backpack on the bed next to his hip. “You need help?” he asked, eyeing him dubiously as Raul struggled to tuck his arm into his sleeve.
His glare must have been answer enough, because Jared stepped forward, muttering jackass under his breath, and helped him maneuver his arm into his shirt. Sure, Raul would have preferred it was his mate, but then again, his mate wouldn’t have helped him break out of here. That’s what friends were for.
After a couple hisses of pain, they got the t-shirt on. Next came the sweats. Fortunately, they’d seen each other buck-ass naked more times than they could remember over the years. The sweats ended up being easier because once Jared worked them up to above his knees, all he had to do was stand and pull.
Still, by the time they finished, Raul had sweat beading on his upper lip and he struggled to keep his breathing even. Jared got behind the chair and leaned over his shoulder to whisper, “I know this is just killing you, Raul, you stubborn fool. If you end up dead because of this, I will find a witch to raise you from the grave just so I can kick your ass. You got me?”
Raul grinned and looked over his shoulder at his friend. “I love you, too, Jared.”
Jared straightened with a snort and pushed him out the door.
True to his claim, the nurse had his release papers ready. She gave him a commiserating look. “I’m awful sorry to hear about your father’s heart attack, Raul. You give him our best wishes, okay?”
He nodded slowly. “Thanks, Stacey. I appreciate it. It came as quite a shock,” he said, playing along. Evidently, he was getting out early because Jared made everyone think his father was ill or something. Whatever works!
Raul listened carefully as she explained cleaning procedures. She’d even gone so far as to secure him a prescription for the higher dosage pain relievers. He sure prayed he didn’t need them past tonight because he hated how loopy they made him. But this evening, yeah, he’d need them. Thanking her profusely as Jared rolled him away, Raul grinned at his buddy.
They made it to the elevator without mishap. Waiting inside, leaning against the wall, was
Raul glanced at the clock on the wall, tapping his fingers impatiently on the bed. He wanted to call Jared, find out where he was, but then his friend might decide not to help. He’d had to assure his friend that he really was feeling fine. He’d even started refusing pain meds. Six days floating on the damn things was enough. It was time to get on with his life.
Besides, there was no way in hell he was going to be in the hospital over Christmas, which was only four days away. He wanted his first holiday with his mate to be at home, together. And the fact that he was tired of having an erection he couldn’t do anything about except in the bathroom didn’t have anything to do with it.
It was fucking miserable.
Admitting that he had permanent blue balls was what finally convinced Jared. His friend’s left brow had risen slowly, then he’d cracked up into huge guffaws. He’d even lost it enough to slap Raul’s calf. Good thing it was on his good leg.
Jared pushing a wheelchair into the room pulled Raul out of his thoughts. “You ready?”
Raul nodded. “How you getting me by the damn nurse’s station?”
His friend gave him a toothy grin. “No worries. She’s prepping your release papers right now. For some reason, she got approval from Doctor Carmichael just ten minutes ago via phone.”
Pausing while disconnecting wires, Raul murmured, “I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
Shrugging innocently, Jared responded, “They must have made an exception.”
Snickering, Raul said, “I don’t even want to know.” He waved his friend over. “Let’s get out of here. Where are my clothes?”
Jared tossed a backpack on the bed next to his hip. “You need help?” he asked, eyeing him dubiously as Raul struggled to tuck his arm into his sleeve.
His glare must have been answer enough, because Jared stepped forward, muttering jackass under his breath, and helped him maneuver his arm into his shirt. Sure, Raul would have preferred it was his mate, but then again, his mate wouldn’t have helped him break out of here. That’s what friends were for.
After a couple hisses of pain, they got the t-shirt on. Next came the sweats. Fortunately, they’d seen each other buck-ass naked more times than they could remember over the years. The sweats ended up being easier because once Jared worked them up to above his knees, all he had to do was stand and pull.
Still, by the time they finished, Raul had sweat beading on his upper lip and he struggled to keep his breathing even. Jared got behind the chair and leaned over his shoulder to whisper, “I know this is just killing you, Raul, you stubborn fool. If you end up dead because of this, I will find a witch to raise you from the grave just so I can kick your ass. You got me?”
Raul grinned and looked over his shoulder at his friend. “I love you, too, Jared.”
Jared straightened with a snort and pushed him out the door.
True to his claim, the nurse had his release papers ready. She gave him a commiserating look. “I’m awful sorry to hear about your father’s heart attack, Raul. You give him our best wishes, okay?”
He nodded slowly. “Thanks, Stacey. I appreciate it. It came as quite a shock,” he said, playing along. Evidently, he was getting out early because Jared made everyone think his father was ill or something. Whatever works!
Raul listened carefully as she explained cleaning procedures. She’d even gone so far as to secure him a prescription for the higher dosage pain relievers. He sure prayed he didn’t need them past tonight because he hated how loopy they made him. But this evening, yeah, he’d need them. Thanking her profusely as Jared rolled him away, Raul grinned at his buddy.
They made it to the elevator without mishap. Waiting inside, leaning against the wall, was
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