Bob gasped. “You were poisoned?”
“Well, we don’t know that for sure,” I said quickly when Shade’s eyes narrowed at me. “That’s just one theory we’re going with.”
“But, if you were poisoned, how does that explain the bruises?”
I winced when Stone snapped, “What bruises?”
I had kind of kept them hidden from Stone, turning my side away from him and never letting him see my wrists for more than a few seconds. I hadn’t wanted him to notice.
The throwing up had been harder to hide.
“I took a spill in my chair, that’s all.”
“Let me see.”
I sighed as I raised my arms and pulled my sleeves back. Stone grabbed one wrist and then the other, turning them over to look at the bruises. “Do you have any more?”
“There one on my left side.”
I grunted when I was lifted up onto the desk. “You’re making this out to be bigger than it is, Stone. I fell, end of story. It happens.”
“Not anymore it doesn’t.”
“Hey.” I grabbed Stone’s face between my hands and brought it up until the man was looking at me. “If you’re going to be with me, you need to get used to this. I crashed my chair. It happens. I also bang into things a lot. I get bruises.”
Although, I still hadn’t figured out how I crashed my chair this last time. I had simply been going down the hallway one second and flying through the air the next.
“I don’t like it.”
I snickered at the glower on my mate’s face. “I don’t like it either, but it’s a fact of life when you’re in a wheelchair. You should have seen me when I was first learning to use the damn thing. I was one big bruise.”
“I was there,” Stone insisted. “I don’t remember any bruises.”
“Because I’m good at hiding them.”
Stone got a pained look in his eyes. “Why would you hide them from me?”
“Because you were already swimming in guilt from having put me in that chair. I didn’t want you to feel even more because I couldn’t learn how to drive the damn thing.”
Stone’s brow furrowed. “Don’t hide them from me anymore. I want to know if you’re hurt.”
I could tell from the serious tone he used that Stone meant what he said. I nodded. “I promise to tell you when I crash my wheelchair in the future.”
This was going to be fun.
Not.
I pressed a kiss to Stone’s lips and then glanced around as I released his face. “So, food?”
“Why don’t we go out?” Bob said. “That way, we can make sure we don’t eat anything made here.”
“Pizza?” I asked hopefully.
God, I would sell a toe for pizza.
Stone raised one brow. “All meat?”
I snorted. “Is there anything else?”
