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It’s almost impossible to ignore the way the last word sizzles through the air. “No.” My eyes lock with Ali’s. “Nothing like that.”
“Good. That’s all good.” Her fingers use the mouse to click around. “According to the person who brought you in, you appeared to have tripped or been pushed, and managed to hit the side of your head resulting in loss of consciousness leading us to believe you’re suffering from a concussion. These things have already been put down in your chart for Dr. Kurtzman; however, is there anything else you – or someone in the room – would like added to the information in regard to the incident that brought you in?”
“I…I honestly don’t remember anything.”
“She has ligature marks around her neck,” Slater factually reports forcing my attention to him. “Thin. Most likely from some sort of wire. Closer to deep sea versus piano.”
Ali nods in acknowledgement while clicking away. “And you’re sure they’re from the incident?”
“Positive.” His hands slide into his jean pockets. “They weren’t there before I left for my date.”
“That’s right…” I thoughtlessly proclaim. “Youdidditch me for a date!”
“I didnotditch you.”
“You totally ditched me.”
“Irescheduledwith you.”
“Kinda last minute.”
“Withyourblessin’.”
“Hoes before bros…I remember that now.”
“And yet youdon’tremember me askin’ younotto call me bro.”
“It’s quite alright to reschedule on ‘bros’when you havean actual date,” Harv casually concurs, hands reaching over to re-fluff the pillow behind my head. “There’s no need to be defensive, Wahl.”
“I’m not defensive, Seventeen.”
Tell that to the almost red words filing out of his mouth.
“And can we get back to the reason we’re here?” Slater rushes to demand. “Angel Cake’s attack.”
“Angel Cake?” Ali school girlishly giggles. “That’s so cute!”
Slater flashes a toothy grin that causes me to roll my eyes.
Itiscute.
And heissweet.
And seeing his chest all puffed out in jealousyistying my stomach in knots.
But now is not the time for that shit.
Especially not when my life could possibly be in danger.
“Those marks weren’t there earlier. And accordin’ to the security footage, she never left the buildin’ before she went down to her vehicle to head out for the night; therefore, they had to have occurred during the attack.”
“Can’t say Ilovehearing that word,” I softly confess.
“Can’t say Ilovesayin it,” my best friend immediately comforts, body crossing over to give my leg a loving touch. “But I will handle this situation, Angel Cake.” A comforting squeeze is offered. “You have my word.”
“Wewill get it handled,” Harv corrects in a way meant to instill more relief rather than frustration.
“Any other notes for the doctor?” Ali asks the pair. After both answer in the negative, she turns the device off, gently touches my arm, and asks, “You want some water? Ice chips? Maybe a whistle for when they start at it again?”
