Foxx blinked. “Oh, right. I didn’t. I’m sorry that your craptop met its end.” The vampire gave him a sweet, fakeass smile. “How about we go grab mine and order you a new one? I’ll pay. Seems fair since I broke it, right?”
He slammed his laptop shut and picked it up as he surged to his feet. “You are such a fucking cat!”
Harlow stormed away towards the hallway.
“Where are you going?!” Foxx cried out.
“To get it repaired!” he yelled. Shoving his feet into his boots, he pulled his long leather jacket out of the closet and slipped it on.
“It’s too old to fix!”
“They will fix it!”
“If you say so,” he heard Foxx chime happily, right before Harlow slammed the door shut.
* * *
Foxx glancedup from his phone when he heard the door slam open, followed by feet stomping down the hall. He held back his knowing smirk as he watched Harlow walk in carrying his craptop, looking murderous. The human had only been gone thirty minutes, definitely not long enough to fix that laptop. Especially not with the deep holes he’d put into it.
“Couldn’t fix it, could they?” Foxx said.
Harlow glared down at him, let out a growling sound before sighing and stomping past him towards the stairs. A few minutes later, the human came down carrying Foxx’s laptop, the craptop nowhere to be seen. Harlow set it down on the table in front of Foxx, before taking a seat on the couch behind him.
“Find me a new one,” he demanded.
Foxx smiled brightly up at him. “It would be my pleasure.”
“You are such a fucking brat. Don’t think I don’t know you did this on purpose.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he lied. Foxx opened his laptop and it turned on.
“Your ass will know exactly what I’m talking about once you are healed up.”
Foxx giggled as he typed in his password and then clicked on the browser, typing in an electronics store that he knew had same day delivery.
Harlow sighed. “I should have known something was up when you moved closer.”
The man really should have, but it had worked out in Foxx’s favor.One piece of crap electronic equipment down, one more to go, he thought with an evil smirk.
And that flip phone…would go. Foxx would make sure of it. Though, he probably couldn’t do it now… Foxx was pretty sure one could only use the ‘avoid beat down due to being already injured’ card once per injury.
Foxx stood up from his couch. Wincing a bit, he shuffled past the dining room and into the kitchen, where Harlow was getting ready to make lunch. Foxx grimaced as he sat down on one of the plush baby blue chairs at the kitchen island.
It was the fifth day after his surgery, and the first day without painkillers. Foxx was in pain. Not horrible, debilitating pain, but enough pain that he was cursing the doctors for not giving him more than a few days worth of pills. He had heard this was an issue—them overestimating a vampire’s healing time.
Or rather, the human doctors did not completely understand that even if the current state of their healing was visibly comparable to a human dealing with the same injury at a certain stage, it didn’t necessarily mean that the pain level was the same. Vampires healed by their body increasing blood flow to the injured area. Which, yes, helped them heal more rapidly, but it also sent their nerve endings into overdrive, making everything extra sensitive.
Harlow glanced up at him, head of lettuce in hand. “Still sore, I see.”
“More than sore,” Foxx huffed.
Harlow grimaced. “I’d say…at least attempt to ask for pain pills tomorrow, but I’m not sure the guy will give them to you without a threat. Unless we get someone different than whoever the fuck I talked to on the phone yesterday.”
“The wanker refused to even talk to me, so I'm not feeling too confident that he’ll listen to anything I have to say.”
“Yeah, the bastard’s arrogant… Apparently, he thinks he knows everything. I felt like shooting him, and I was just listening to his instructions on how to remove your damn compression bandages over the fucking phone. And to be honest, I’m not sure removing them yesterday was a good idea. By the way…the same guy emailed me, saying you are also supposed to start light exercises today. But hey, we do finally have a name for the asshole—Dr. Keeply Martin, according to his email footer…a worldwide vampire specialist.”
Foxx stared in disgust. “Seems about right. Only a human, who’d call himself a worldwide vampire specialist, would have the gall to decide what is best for a patient they have never fucking met. And to not even bother to inform the patient of what they want them to do. Just so you know, I will be letting him know fully how I feel about his refusal to talk to me on the phone, and him emailing YOU information aboutmyrecovery.”
