Page 215 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

See you soon

WRAITH

drive safe

I'll be here

I pause.

WRAITH

obviously

I missed you

Now I'm overthinking that.

Will she think I didn't want her to go out with Thane?

Will she think…

"Yo!" Whiskey barks at me, holding up his red hand. "You dropped a door on me!"

Sorry, I sign one-handed, wincing. I pocket my phone. Are you okay?

"I dunno, bro, does it look okay?"

He waves his hand around.

It looks… fine, actually.

Smashed, but fine.

Ivy texted, I add.

"Wait, she did? Is she on her way?" Whiskey asks, perking up. He doesn't seem to notice Plague pulling his gloves off.

I nod. Sorry, I sign again, rubbing the back of my head.

"How long before—ow!"

Plague presses carefully along each finger, turning Whiskey's hand over for a full examination. Whiskey hisses when Plague reaches the ring finger but doesn't pull away. His eyes track Plague's face instead with all the lovestruck wonder of a puppy.

"Nothing's broken," Plague announces. "Ice it when we're done."

"Kiss it better first," Whiskey says.

"Absolutely not."

"Plague."

"No."

"Doc."

Plague's jaw clenches behind his surgical mask. His ears go pink. He stares at Whiskey's swollen fingers cradled in his hands, then bends his masked mouth to Whiskey's knuckles in a furious, reluctant kiss.

Whiskey's entire face lights up. "See?" He flexes his fingers experimentally, beaming. "All better."