Clarke rolled his eyes. It didn’t escape his notice that the nurse was stacked.
“I’ve told you, it’s Stacy.”
Anker leaned forward getting as close as he could to the tag. “That’s right.” He leaned over to one side. “Stacy, I think I might be getting a bed sore. See, I think, right here, on my bum. Can you take a look? Maybe if you put your hand there, you can feel it.”
Clarke’s eyes widened. “Anker!”
“What?”
“Stop!”
“What’s with all the shouting?” Roxanne Windsor said as she walked into the room.
Clarke stared at Roxanne, surprised to see her. She looked just as surprised to see him.
Anker quickly covered himself with the sheet and sat upright.
His smile’s different, thought Clarke, as he looked from Anker to Roxanne. And then he suddenly realized why. His eyes lit up. They didn’t usually do that.
“Hello, Miss Windsor!”
Miss Windsor?
“So, Mr. Anker, did you want me to—” the nurse began to ask.
Clarke could practically hear Anker’s neck snap as he turned from Roxanne to the nurse. “No, no thank you, Stacy. All good here.”
“But you pressed the button. Do you need anything?”
“Oh, that wasn’t me. Clarke pressed the button. What do you need Clarke?”
Clarke’s mouth dropped. “Um. Nothing. I don’t. Need. Anything.”
“He must have pressed it by mistake.” Anker shot him a look. “Right?”
“Yeah, uh, right.”
Shaking her head, the nurse left the room.
“This is nice,” Anker said. “You coming to see me.”
The man was practically beaming.
“I didn’t come here to see you.”
“Oh.”
Shit. Something is definitely off. I almost feel sorry for the dude.
“I heard Leo was here, and I needed to run a couple things by him.”
How could she possibly know I was here?
“What things?” Clarke asked.
“We’re coming to the end of the season, which means the end of our arrangement with Ceci.”
Clarke frowned. Ceci and he hadn’t gone on a date since Anker’s accident. He’d already run all this by Roxanne. What else was there to talk about?
