Dr. Pendelton smiled. “It’s going to take a while, deary. Which I think you know.”
Dr. Pendelton was a great doctor, and good with Wendy.
Wendy liked him a lot and I was glad that I wouldn’t have to worry about this on top of everything else.
A knock at the door sounded the moment Dr. Pendelton got Wendy situated in the chair she would be occupying for the next couple of hours.
Dr. Pendelton got up and walked to the door, opening it only wide enough to speak to whoever was on the other side.
A bag of blood was handed in through the gap by a very muscular arm, and a few deep words were shared by whoever was on the other side of the door.
My heart shivered, and I wondered if the man who’d spoken was as attractive as his voice sounded.
Probably not.
Dr. Pendelton chuckled at whatever was said, and then he backed up and closed the door behind him.
He was hanging the bag of blood that he’d just started transfusing into Wendy when there was another knock at the door.
This one was less forceful than the first.
“That’s my son.” Dr. Pendelton looked warily at the door. “I’ll go out there and talk to him.”
I waved him on and then took his vacated spot next to Wendy when he left, leaving the door open a crack as he did.
“You okay?” I asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I’m good.” She smiled. “I feel good, Mother. I promise.”
I rolled my eyes. “I love you, kid.”
“Do you think that I could sit on that beanbag right there instead of this hard chair?”
Raised voices sounded in the hall, and I couldn’t help but walk to the door and open it to make sure everything was okay.
When I did, I saw the back of a man’s head and Dr. Pendelton throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. “Seriously, Eustace. This is getting out of hand. You can’t bring that stupid snake into my office!”
I cleared my throat, and Dr. Pendelton looked at me.
His son did not.
He stiffened and left.
Dr. Pendelton sighed and watched him go before coming into the room again.
“Wendy was wondering if she could sit in the beanbag chair,” I said carefully.
Dr. Pendelton looked angry as hell.
“That’s fine,” he grumbled. “Just be careful not to move that arm, okay, darling?”
Wendy smiled and moved very carefully, getting comfortable on the beanbag before pulling out her book.
When she was settled, I focused back on the doctor. “Everything okay?”
He snorted out a laugh. “If you could give me a cure for teenageritis, that’d be great.”
I winced. “Sorry, but I can’t. I can barely handle this age.”
