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look.”
She continued to pull at the now red material. I looked at the ceiling to keep myself calm. She probed a little at my finger. It didn’t hurt that much, but I knew there was blood. Another wave of nausea washed over me.
“You’re probably going to need stitches,” she declared. “You can look now.” She laughed a little.
I turned my eyes to her. “Don’t give me that crap,” I ground out. “It hurts like a bitch.”
She looked unimpressed. “Mmm, I’m sure it does. Where are your truck keys?”
Oh, hell no. “You aren’t driving my truck. I’m fine.”
“You’re about to pass out just looking at blood. I’m driving and you can suck it up. Stop being a girl.” Her words cut right to me, right through me. She saw through my bullshit and as much as it irritated me, I respected her for it.
“The keys are hanging in my bedroom,” I muttered.
She took off for my room, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I chanced a glance at my hand and the towel, which was once white, was covered in my blood. I fought for control of my upheaving stomach. I would not throw up. I would not pass out. I closed my eyes for a second, taking several deep breaths.
“Ready to go?”
I opened my eyes and there she was, pretty as hell and giving me a pitying smile. I hated her seeing me like that, so vulnerable. I was a man, dammit! She shouldn’t see me at my absolute weakest point. She was, though, whether I liked it or not.
Ember helped me downstairs and to the truck. She had to help me in the truck. She shoved my ass up there. So much for trying to seduce her. I was embarrassed, but tried not to care. She buckled me in, since I apparently couldn’t get my shit together enough to do it myself.
I remember her climbing up into the driver’s seat, starting my truck up, and then putting her seatbelt on. Then everything went black.
Fourteen
Ember
He was adorable, even if he was a complete idiot. I would have never guessed he had an aversion to blood. I tried not to laugh, but found it difficult when he couldn’t even heft himself into his own truck. I swallowed my laugh when I had to push him up into the seat. He all but rolled into the seat and then he couldn’t buckle.
At the hospital, I left him in the truck but pulled up to the emergency entrance. If it wasn’t for his GPS, we never would have made it. The woman at the desk called for someone to bring a wheelchair and I led him to the truck. It took both of us to get Stone safely out of the truck.
“You’ll have to go park in the visitor’s lot,” the guy pushing Stone’s nearly lifeless body in the wheelchair explained to me.
I gave him a glare but he stood firm, so I hopped in the truck and whipped it into a nearby parking space. I didn’t care that I was over the line. I was too worried about Stone. Granted, it was just a cut, but I wasn’t a doctor–what if he hit an artery or something? The bleeding hadn’t stopped, as far as I could tell.
I raced back into the emergency room and the woman at the counter had me fill out paperwork while they tried to rouse Stone. They were also going to stitch him up. I stared at the paperwork, completely unsure of anything. I knew his name was Stone Tucker.
Middle name? Insurance info? Birthday?
I knew nothing about the man I’d spent the last two days with. I was sure I wanted to sleep with him, but I had no idea who he really was. I didn’t even know where he worked. I knew he did something for a company Dallas worked with, but that didn’t really help me, since I had no idea which company. Dallas was a freelance photographer; he worked for a ton on companies.
I growled in my seat in the waiting room and filled out the paperwork as best I could. There was a lot of missing information. I brought the clipboard back up to the woman at the desk and she smiled at me.
“Mr. Tucker is awake and asking for you,” she said, gesturing for me to go through the door on the right.
I thanked her
She continued to pull at the now red material. I looked at the ceiling to keep myself calm. She probed a little at my finger. It didn’t hurt that much, but I knew there was blood. Another wave of nausea washed over me.
“You’re probably going to need stitches,” she declared. “You can look now.” She laughed a little.
I turned my eyes to her. “Don’t give me that crap,” I ground out. “It hurts like a bitch.”
She looked unimpressed. “Mmm, I’m sure it does. Where are your truck keys?”
Oh, hell no. “You aren’t driving my truck. I’m fine.”
“You’re about to pass out just looking at blood. I’m driving and you can suck it up. Stop being a girl.” Her words cut right to me, right through me. She saw through my bullshit and as much as it irritated me, I respected her for it.
“The keys are hanging in my bedroom,” I muttered.
She took off for my room, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I chanced a glance at my hand and the towel, which was once white, was covered in my blood. I fought for control of my upheaving stomach. I would not throw up. I would not pass out. I closed my eyes for a second, taking several deep breaths.
“Ready to go?”
I opened my eyes and there she was, pretty as hell and giving me a pitying smile. I hated her seeing me like that, so vulnerable. I was a man, dammit! She shouldn’t see me at my absolute weakest point. She was, though, whether I liked it or not.
Ember helped me downstairs and to the truck. She had to help me in the truck. She shoved my ass up there. So much for trying to seduce her. I was embarrassed, but tried not to care. She buckled me in, since I apparently couldn’t get my shit together enough to do it myself.
I remember her climbing up into the driver’s seat, starting my truck up, and then putting her seatbelt on. Then everything went black.
Fourteen
Ember
He was adorable, even if he was a complete idiot. I would have never guessed he had an aversion to blood. I tried not to laugh, but found it difficult when he couldn’t even heft himself into his own truck. I swallowed my laugh when I had to push him up into the seat. He all but rolled into the seat and then he couldn’t buckle.
At the hospital, I left him in the truck but pulled up to the emergency entrance. If it wasn’t for his GPS, we never would have made it. The woman at the desk called for someone to bring a wheelchair and I led him to the truck. It took both of us to get Stone safely out of the truck.
“You’ll have to go park in the visitor’s lot,” the guy pushing Stone’s nearly lifeless body in the wheelchair explained to me.
I gave him a glare but he stood firm, so I hopped in the truck and whipped it into a nearby parking space. I didn’t care that I was over the line. I was too worried about Stone. Granted, it was just a cut, but I wasn’t a doctor–what if he hit an artery or something? The bleeding hadn’t stopped, as far as I could tell.
I raced back into the emergency room and the woman at the counter had me fill out paperwork while they tried to rouse Stone. They were also going to stitch him up. I stared at the paperwork, completely unsure of anything. I knew his name was Stone Tucker.
Middle name? Insurance info? Birthday?
I knew nothing about the man I’d spent the last two days with. I was sure I wanted to sleep with him, but I had no idea who he really was. I didn’t even know where he worked. I knew he did something for a company Dallas worked with, but that didn’t really help me, since I had no idea which company. Dallas was a freelance photographer; he worked for a ton on companies.
I growled in my seat in the waiting room and filled out the paperwork as best I could. There was a lot of missing information. I brought the clipboard back up to the woman at the desk and she smiled at me.
“Mr. Tucker is awake and asking for you,” she said, gesturing for me to go through the door on the right.
I thanked her
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