“I figured you would call soon,” Tony drawled when the call connected. “Got a complaint from both the hospital and a church. What trouble have you gotten into now?”
“Hello, boss,” Foxx piped up.
“Foxx! It’s good to have you back and awake again. Gave us quite a scare. Next time, don’t bother pushing Harlow, you are worth more to us.”
“You know…I feel like there is an unfair biased against me,” Harlow said, pretending to sound hurt.
Tony snorted. “No one cares, Harlow.”
Foxx giggled, and as he had before, he regretted it. He let out a pain filled whimper.
“Right, anyway. Shit is fucked up here,” Harlow said. “I walked into the room to find a priest praying over Foxx. Not only that, the man had written down Foxx’s information, along with many others who I assume were other patients. Staff here seemed to think that was okay. Well, I had the priest arrested, and what do you know, he escaped when the police had a mysterious system failure. I just have this feeling that something big is going on here, Tony.”
Foxx almost sighed in relief as Harlow didn’t mention the fact that he had freaked out. It wasn’t that he was ashamed… Okay, he was slightly embarrassed. Regardless, he didn’t want other people to know…
Tony was quiet for a few moments before saying, “It does sound like you have stumbled upon something. I’ll have it investigated. However…you and Foxx will be staying out of it. Foxx is—”
“What?!” Harlow barked, cutting the man off.
Foxx grimaced. He had a feeling he knew what Tony had been about to say.
“Harlow, shut up and listen. Foxx is in no condition to help or do anything at the moment. If something is going on, and this isn’t a one off, which that priest getting away suggests it isn’t, then you will just be pulling him into danger that he has no way of surviving.”
Yep, about what he assumed…
“Fuck!” the human cursed.
“See when Foxx can be released, and get him the fuck out of there,” Tony ordered. “I have a bad feeling about all this, and that hospital is obviously in no way safe for him.”
“Tony…” Foxx started hesitantly. “I don’t see why we can’t just stay three or so weeks until I’m better and then jump into the case.”
“No,” the man said firmly. “You almost died. Harlow has a concussion and eighteen stitches in his leg. There are procedures we must follow to insure the health of all hunters in the Guild. You will be following them. Starting with getting your asses back here, and staying fucking put and out of this case. Do I make myself clear?”
Foxx snatched the phone out of Harlow’s hand and shut it.
Harlow snorted. “He is going to be pissed we hung up on him.”
“Good!” Foxx huffed.
The human chuckled. “My feisty brat is back I see.”
He smirked at that. To be honest, now that he had slept, and put a lid on all those horrifying memories, he was feeling a little bit more grounded, and super fucking pissed off. Like, how dare that bastard set his nasty-ass cross on top of him—ugh.
Foxx looked towards the door when it opened. The nurse from the other day walked in—the one who’d tried to have Harlow arrested. Following behind her was a man. Both looked nervous. Hmm, was this man the CEO of the hospital?
Foxx reached out and yanked Harlow down to him…because Foxx was injured, and he’d be damned if he’d lean up and cause himself more pain. Harlow glared at him. Foxx just smiled and whispered, “What do we do about them?”
“Technically, we should wait until the other hunters get back and let them question these two,” Harlow whispered back.
He frowned. “What other hunters?”
“Right, you don’t know. Tony sent a team here to watch our backs. They arrived and left before you woke up.”
A sly smile slipped onto Foxx’s face. “Ah. Well, it seems rude to make them wait, as they are here now and we are here…yet the other two hunters are not.”
Harlow smirked. “Sounds like it’s up to us then, doesn’t it?”
“That it does.”
