“How long ago?” He places the stethoscope on my chest to listen to my heart.
“I don’t know. It’s been a while.” Last time I actually passed out, I was choked out by Kashton. Is that the same? I’m not sure, but I’m not in the mood to get into it with him.
“Everything sounds good.” He places his hands on my neck, and I arch it so he can feel around for whatever it is he’s looking for. “Any drugs?”
“Just alcohol,” I answer as he pulls away.
“Today?” he wonders.
“Every day.”
He sighs heavily. “Eve?—”
“Don’t,” I cut him off. “I don’t even know why you’re here.”
“Kashton called me. He was really worried about you.”
I snort and then flinch. My head is still pounding more than it was before.
“I would like to give you a prescription?—”
“No drugs.” I shake my head. “I don’t need them.”
His jaw sharpens. “Can you promise to take it easy?”
“Sure.” I shrug.
“But will you?”
“No.”
“Goddammit, Eve.” He turns and softly shuts my bathroom door, and I raise my brows in question. I like where we pretend that we don’t know each other. “Just because I don’t see any physical signs of a concussion doesn’t mean you don’t have one.”
“I don’t.”
“Let me give you an IV. Fluids can help?—”
“No.” I know what he’s wanting to do. He wants to flush my system, and it won’t do any good.
He looks away, and I can tell he’s debating pushing it. Is it worth forcingme and pissing me off? The answer is never. “I’m going to suggest that Kash stay the night with you tonight.”
My teeth grind. “Absolutely not.”
“It’s either that or you come with me back to the clinic and I put you under a twenty-four-hour watch,” he says matter-of-factly. “And as worried as he is, I’m guessing he would follow you there.”
I fist my hands at my options. I’m getting really tired of this shit.
He steps into me and softens his voice. “I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but I promise Kashton staying here with you is the better option. Especially after I call yourfatherand inform him of why I had to make a house visit in the middle of the night.” With that, he gathers his things, opens the door, and exits my room.
I want to scream my head off right now, but it’ll just make my headache worse. Stepping out into the hallway, I hear Gavin speaking. “You need to stay with her tonight.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Kashton says, confirming what I was dreading.
“Her vitals are good, but I’d rather be safe than sorry,” Gavin goes on.
“Of course. Thanks for coming.” Then I hear the front door open and close.
I make my way down the hallway and to the kitchen. Opening the cabinet, I grab a bottle of whiskey and then a glass out of the freezer.
