Harlow smirked. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“You know vampires do have our own physicians. I mean, as do other paranormals. But unlike most of the other paranormals, going to the hospital was never really the best option for us. Not that the government has made it easy for paranormal doctors to keep practicing. Since your human medical boards have done all they can to deny any application sent to them by anyone not human. So nice of you all to limit where we can go to get help, and then try to cut off our other avenues of healthcare.”
“Yeah, the government does like regulating medical practices. Do the legalities even stop them?” Harlow asked as he began to tear leaves off the lettuce head.
“It hasn’t. Even if some are still trying to get on the legal side of things. But let’s be clear, they have been working longer than most of these human doctors have been alive. It’s laughable that your kind think they need their permission to keep working. Honestly, there is likely a paranormal doctor in this area, I just haven’t taken the time to look. And thanks to humans interfering, the process of finding and getting accepted as a patient is a hell of a lot more time consuming now.”
“Probably should look around then. It won’t be useful for most of our cases, considering we travel, but it would be for the aftercare at home.”
Foxx nodded, but his gaze zeroed in on the lettuce. “I don’t want a salad.”
Harlow sighed. “Would eating healthy for one day kill you?”
“Yes. Make me a grilled cheese.”
“I’m not making you a grilled cheese.”
Foxx let out a whine. “I’m in pain and suffering. Make me a grilled cheese.”
“Salad,” Harlow grunted.
He narrowed his eyes. “Grilled cheese and crisps.”
“Salad…what the fuck are crisps?”
“Right, you Americans call them chips.” Foxx sniffed, before doubling down and adding to his list of demands. “Grilled cheese, chips, and a glass of milk.”
Harlow glared at him.
Foxx glared back, and stubbornly said, “Grilled cheese, chips, a cookie, and a glass of milk.”
The human rolled his eyes. “I’ll make your damn grilled cheese, but no chips or cookies.”
“Milk?” Foxx asked, fluttering his lashes.
Harlow snorted. “Yes, you can have milk.”
“Yay!” Foxx cheered, raising his arms up in excitement, only to cry out at the sharp pain that sliced through his chest at the action. Hunching in on himself, he whimpered. “Ow…”
“Dumbass.” Harlow sighed.
“Just make my food,” he grumbled.
* * *
Harlow satdown at the chest press machine. The gym located on the first floor of The Silver Hollow was mostly used by paranormals. Which meant with each machine he had to carefully check and change the weight and tension. After adjusting his machine to something humanly possible, he gripped the handles and began his reps.
Harlow was halfway through his reps when he locked eyes with Foxx. The vampire, last he’d seen him, had been walking on a treadmill. Foxx was now sitting at a tricep extension machine a few rows across from Harlow, just staring with his head resting on his cast. A machine that Foxx couldn’t even use in his current state.
‘What are you doing?’ he mouthed at the brat.
‘Building up a sweat,’ Foxx mouthed back with a smirk, sending him a flirtatious wink.
Harlow shook his head and continued on with his reps. He did his best to ignore the vampire, who was obviously trying to start something he couldn’t carry through on. As much as he’d love to flip Foxx over and have a go at his ass, the vampire was in no shape for that.
In a few weeks, maybe… He’d probably spank him first before that though. Ugh…his laptop…
The new one…was nice. It was. But it was the principle of it all. There had been nothing wrong with his old one, until his fucking ‘cat’ bit it.
