Dr. Dunnigan rearranged her and took a few more shots of the ribs and one of her arm before letting her sit up again.
She brought a laptop over to Harper. “Okay. Let’s check these out.”
Luke joined them, leaning against the table. His arm rested against Harper’s.
Dunnigan zoomed in on an image. “Hmm.”
“What does ‘hmm’ mean?” Luke demanded.
“This spot right here,” she tapped the screen, “is a healed fracture. So either you have super human healing powers or you broke your ribs before.”
“I think I had a fracture there years ago,” Harper said, crossing her arms over her chest. It was embarrassing reliving her medical history with two virtual strangers.
Dr. Dunnigan looked at Harper over her reading glasses and waited. “Hmm.”
Harper ignored her. She could feel Luke’s gaze weigh heavily on her. She squinted at the screen. “No new fractures?” she asked cheerfully.
Dunnigan flipped through the series of images. “It looks like you’re in the clear. This time.”
“Told you,” Harper smirked at Luke.
“You’re awfully cocky for someone covered head to toe in bruises,” he reminded her.
“Same story with your arm,” Dr. Dunnigan said tapping the screen. “Old break. This one looks like it healed better than your rib.” She looked pointedly at Harper.
Harper shrugged and didn’t respond. Time had healed those physical hurts a long time ago, and with them the mental ones as well.
“Any new ones?”
“Nope,” the doctor swiveled in on her stool and put the laptop back on the counter. “A little swollen, a lot of bruising. But overall not nearly as bad as it could have been. I’ll write you a script for some pain meds to help you sleep and I’m telling you that rest is the best medicine.”
CHAPTER FIVE
They rode in silence after leaving Dr. Dunnigan’s. Each lost in thought. Harper was finally the one to break the silence.
“So do your tattoos mean anything?”
He kept his eyes on the road. “Why?”
“Do you not want to tell me what they mean?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You’re answering questions with questions. It’s like a therapist trick.”
“Is it?”
She sighed loudly. “I feel like I’m playing Jeopardy when I talk to you.”
Luke grinned and said nothing.
Harper let it drop. She watched the road signs flash by, heading back to the city she had called home for the past two years. She had called a lot of places home, but it was for the lack of a better word. She had never really felt at home anywhere. Not since she was a little kid, in a postage stamp-sized house with a mom and a dad who now were more ghosts than memories.
“So what’s your plan once you get your stuff?”
Harper pursed her lips and sighed. “Gas up my car and head to Hannah’s.”
“You’re putting a lot of hope on a friend’s generosity.”
