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The nurse’s gaze slid down to Myle’s bare feet.
“I’ll get you a bandage. Do you want neon of Spiderman?” he asked, but turned and walked Levee back before Myles could comment.
“Grazes hurt,” I told him, knowing it was a big deal to a normal person to be kidnapped and held and then shot a little bit while being rescued.
“Look at you, trying to defend my pride because you want to get in my best friend’s pants,” he said as he hobbled over to a seat and dropped down.
“It’s not like that,” I insisted.
“Isn’t it?” he shot back, rolling his eyes. “You want me to think you grabbed your buddies and came in, guns blazing, to save a stranger you don’t give a shit about out of the goodness of your heart? And not because you want to fuck Lark seven ways to Sunday?”
“I am just trying to help her. She was trying to do a good thing and got the attention of some bad people.”
“Christ, man, you haven’t even kissed her yet, have you?” Myles asked, brows drawing low. “In case you need clarification, she’s down to bang.”
“I’ve been busy. Getting her off a hit-list,” I said, uncomfortable discussing her, even with her best friend.
“And there hasn’t been a solid hour of downtime, huh?” Myles said, nodding.
I certainly had quite a bit of downtime as we waited for word about Cato.
Eventually, Levee came back out.
After him, a blood-covered Seeley, who was characteristically silent as we all waited.
It was a solid two hours before the doctor came out, her dark hair pulled back, her pretty face looking pale and her gray-blue eyes tired.
Gorgeous.
She was gorgeous.
It was no wonder Seeley had liked something he saw in her.
Her name tag said Dr. Stone.
But she had another one below it, colorful and childish—likely for the many children we’d seen come in through the waiting room since we’d shown up—that said You can call me Amaranta.
“He’s hanging on,” she said, nodding. “That was really close. Too fucking close,” she added, giving Seeley a hard look. Like she blamed him for it.
“But he’s going to be alright?” I asked, drawing her attention to me. We didn’t need old issues being hashed up between them. We needed to know how Cato was doing.
“Yeah. He’s going to be down for a while. And he’s going to need someone who knows a little about wound care to be taking care of him.”
“Got a club full of those kinds of people,” I confirmed.
“I bet you do,” she said, tone tight. “He can leave in a couple hours. But I don’t want all of you in my waiting room until then.”
“I’ll stay,” Seeley volunteered immediately. “You need to rest too,” he added to Levee, who had started to object.
“Great,” the doctor grumbled, turning and starting to walk away.
“Ama,” Seeley called, making her whole body stiffen before she turned back, arms crossed, brow raised.
“Thank you,” he said, voice sincere.
“It’s my job,” she said, jerking up her chin and walking away.
Myles let out a low whistle, mirroring what we were all thinking.
