Foxx glared. “His job is to harm people? Or do you think I like feeling as if I’m being crushed?”
“He…” she trailed off.
“Job this, job that. It was just an excuse to get access. And you all gave it to him, didn’t you? He was allowed to roam freely and steal patient information,” Harlow growled, crossing his arms.
“He…took my information?” Foxx asked, feeling slightly horrified that some random ass priest now knew where he lived.
“Had it all neatly written in a notebook, and yours wasn’t the only name in there.”
“Father Donovan would never do that! You are mistaken. He came in here to give absolution, that is all.”
“Absolution to a vampire?” Foxx deadpanned. “Can you hear how stupid you sound when you speak or…?”
“Absolution? More like he was torturing people who were already chained up and injured. And yes, your Father Donovan very much had a notebook full of information he had no rights to. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with your hospital? Who in their right mind would let an obvious threat to your patients have free access to their rooms and information? Not to mention, I feel I should point out, you let him in here outside of visiting hours. What happened to your strict visiting policies?”
Foxx knew there were tons of problems with the healthcare system, and that it was currently set up in a way that was detrimental to the health of his kind and other paranormals. He just apparently hadn’t been aware of all the other issues one could face.
It seemed, even if one found a hospital that accepted them, it didn’t guarantee they were safe inside their walls. It didn’t mean the staff would actually help them. To think, a place that is supposed to save lives would so willingly put so many in danger. Then again, to most humans, a paranormal life was not worth saving.
“Who’s in charge of the hospital?” Harlow asked.
The nurse answered hesitatingly, “Umm…Robert Felton.”
“Is he the CEO?”
“Yes.”
“He in now?”
She blinked. “No…he won’t be in until morning.”
“Well, tell him when he gets here that he needs to walk his ass down to this floor and explain to me what the hell is going on here.”
Her eyes widened. “I could never…I mean… But I can’t say that…”
“Oh, you will. And you will be here tomorrow at the same time. I don’t care if you are working or not. You will be here, or I will track you down. You won’t like what will happen if I have to track you down.” The nurse paled at the implications. “Oh, and let your CEO know that the same goes for him. He can come here on his own two feet, or I can find him and we can do things the hard way. No skin off my back, either way.” Harlow chuckled darkly.
The nurse gulped, nodded, and then rushed out, closing the door behind her without another word.
Harlow stood, turning to face Foxx. He couldn’t help but flinch under his stare. Foxx couldn’t read or understand the look. The human’s eyes were empty. It was actually an expression he’d seen often, and it had never bothered him before, yet…right now…it was like Harlow was seeing too much.
“Why are you…looking so afraid?” Harlow cleared his throat awkwardly. “Shit…Foxx…I mean…” He cleared his throat again and began to rub the back of his neck. “I suppose…I owe you my life, huh?” The man’s words came out almost robotically.
Despite feeling slightly traumatized and still in horrible physical pain…he couldn’t help but giggle. “You are so weird.”
He winced as the simple action made all of it just hurt more. Yeah, laughing was not a good idea right now.
“What?” Harlow glared. “It’s true. If you hadn’t pushed me out of the way, I would probably have been the one impaled on a spike. Something I wouldn’t have likely survived.”
“Who knows. You seem almost cockroach-like in your ability to survive bullshit.”
Harlow chuckled. “Wow, such a compliment, brat.”
A small smile slipped onto his face, even as his mind wandered.
A spike…so that was what happened. Foxx hadn’t been sure if that was what got him or if it had been something else. Harlow had mentioned the spike in the house…at least, he thought the man had mentioned it. Which is why he hadn’t been sure…because his memories of waking up after shit went down were rather vague.
Either way, Harlow wasn’t wrong. He had pushed him away from where he knew the spike trap was when he realized there was a bomb…
