“Did you call the police?”
Jekyll frowned. “Why the fuck would I call the police?”
“Because I was assaulted.”
“No, baby, I took care of it.”
“You took care of it?” I shuddered. “How?”
He cocked his head. “Not important.”
“It is impor—ow.” I reached for my head, but only managed to tug on my IV.
“Baby, quit,” Jekyll ordered, leaning over me as he adjusted the IV tube, so it wasn’t wrapped around my arm.
“I have too much to do. I have a meeting with Bri’s principal tomorrow...”
“Someone else can do it.”
“Who?”
“Fuck, baby, we’ll figure it out. You need to rest.”
“Why are you calling me ‘baby’? And on that same note, why the hell do you keep calling me GoGo?” I demanded. “You don’t know me, bud, so it’s a little creepy.”
He smirked. “None of this is important right now, Indigo.”
“Allof this is important, Hyde.”
“You know, nobody calls me by my given name, Indigo.”
“Nobody calls me GoGo, Hyde.”
He grinned. “I do.”
“Why?”
He sighed. “You’re not gonna go to sleep, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Would you believe it’s because your name’s Indigo?” He reached over me and pressed my pain pump button.
“You don’t seem the type to take low-hanging fruit, so, no.”
He chuckled. “When you came to rescue Leo, you wore a sexy as fuck pair of GoGo boots.”
I frowned. “The red ones?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “They aren’t sexy, Hyde.”
“I disagree.”
“I got them at a second-hand store for three dollars. They’re half a size too big.” I wrinkled my nose before letting out a quiet snort. “This is a ridiculous conversation.”
“You in pain?”
