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What happened at the clubhouse was just that. Me looking out for my employee.
“Okay,” the nurse says, clapping her hands together once. “Let's get started with some basic questions. Our database system crashed about ten minutes before you got here, and we're down a laptop tonight anyway, so I'm going old school.”
She perches against the side of the bed, edging Nova out of the way. “Why don't you tell me what happened?”
I step in front of Hunter, blocking his view and resisting the urge to cover his ears. “Hey, bud, why don't you ask Nan if she brought your tablet. You can check out those chairs and watch something.” I tip my chin toward the other side of the room, where two blue chairs are tucked into the corner.
“Here, honey, I thought you might need this,” Ma says, handing Hunter his green tablet and guiding him toward the chairs.
I tune back into the conversation to see Nova step forward, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Did she lose too much blood?”
“What? She needs blood?” Alarm bells go off in my head.
The nurse doesn't pause her exam, carefully parting Evangeline's hair. I watch her face, clocking the moment the nurse prods a tender spot by her wince.
“No. Head wounds are notoriously dramatic. They like to make sure everyone knows they're there. But I learned to never say never in this job,” she answers Nova, but she doesn't pull her focus from Evangeline's wound.
“So, Evangeline, you're a universal donor,” she says in a sing-song voice. She glances over her shoulder, sweeping her gaze over us. “Do we have other O negs in here? You're all family, right? Mom, what about you?”
“Aye, we're family.” I nudge Ma, a soft tap of my elbow.
She startles, pulling her gaze from Hunter, who's happily watching something on his tablet to the nurse. “Uh, AB positive.”
The nurse cocks her head to the side, pausing to look at Ma. “O neg can't have an AB pos parent.”
Ma shifts her weight to her other foot and fiddles with the small cross charm at the end of her gold necklace. “Oh, then AB negative, I guess. It's been a long night.”
The nurse hums and shakes her head, not unkindly. More matter of fact, like she's on hour six of a ten-hour shift. “Nah, an AB parent can't have an O neg kid at all—positive or negative.”
This nurse is weighing on my last thread of patience. I step forward, my eyes narrowed at the nurse. “Does she even need this? If not, let's stop playing guessing games with our blood types and move on.”
“I don't think so, no. It's just a tiny gash, one that's easily fixed by a few stitches or the skin glue.”
“I'm O negative, too. If she needs it, I mean,” Nova says, pushing the pointless topic still. He moves to stand by Evangeline's free hand.
“You're her husband, right? How fortunate for you both,” the nurse says, stepping back and pulling off her gloves.
“Fortunate how?”
“Well, you're universal donors, so you can give to anyone, but you can only receive O negative. It's not the rarest blood type, but it's the pickiest.”
“Lucky them,” I grumble under my breath. Bane sends me a sharp glare, but I pretend not to see it. Just like I'm pretending not to feel jealous over something ridiculous as not being able to give her blood if she needs it.
She's not a fucking vampire, for fuck's sake.
I scrub my hands down my face, applying a little pressure on my palms and dragging them over my tense muscles.
“Glue's fine. Then no shaving, right?” Evangeline asks.
“You don't want a mohawk, Eve?” Hunter asks, his eyes bright. Okay, so I guess the tablet's not distracting enough.
The smile she sends my boy takes me out at the knees.
“That would be pretty cool. But I think I'll leave the mohawk styles to you. You've got the head shape for it,” Evangeline teases him.
Hunter's little chest puffs out and he smooths his hand over his head. “I do have a nice-shaped head, don't I, Dad?”
My lip twitches. “Yeah, bud, you do.”
