Harlow scoffed. “Brat.”
Harlow stood there beside Foxx’s chair, arms crossed, mood slowly souring. They’d been at the hospital for almost two hours now, and had yet to meet Dr. Martin. Just a shit ton of tests, and wandering around to different fucking parts of the Paranormal Ward.
Foxx was looking worn down, and paler than he’d been when they first arrived. The vampire just wasn’t in good enough shape to be running around a fucking hospital for over an hour, let alone two.
They were currently in a waiting room with the word’sPathology Labon the wall. While Harlow wasn’t an expert on vampires…he was pretty positive no test here would help determine anything about Foxx’s condition.
He eyed the nurse who came out of the back. She hesitated on seeing him, but eventually straightened her back and approached.
“Foxx Honeywell?”
“Yes,” Foxx replied.
“Follow me back.”
Foxx sighed and went to stand, but Harlow gripped the vampire’s shoulder, keeping him down. The man looked up at him with a tired frown. He wondered if the tiredness was the reason Foxx wasn’t questioning all of this…
“How about…no,” Harlow drawled.
“What?” she asked.
“You are wasting our time.”
“We need to run a few blood tests, to make sure there are no infec—”
Harlow scoffed, cutting her off. “Vampires can’t get infections, whether they be bacterial, viral, or fungal. Which my partner would tell you, if you hadn’t been running him all around the hospital just six days after he had major surgery and almost died. So, why are we here? Are you people purposely wasting our time? Or just trying to bulk up the bill, to squeeze as much money out of the Guild’s insurance as possible, by running useless tests?”
She paled. “That’s…”
“Yeah, you know what, I don’t care. I don’t know what you are doing, but it stops now. He is tired, I’m tired. Direct us to Dr. Martin so we can get this cast removed and get out of here. And he better be ready for us, as our appointment with him was two hours ago.”
“I’ll…I’ll go make a call!” she rasped, before spinning around and rushing in the back again.
“Get us a wheelchair while you are at it!” Harlow snapped after her, before grumbling to himself. “Having people fucking walk around all over the place, as if they aren’t on light exercise orders.”
“Thanks…” Foxx said softly.
Harlow glanced down. “You look like shit.”
The vampire sighed. “I’m tired. I’m surprised you said all that without swearing.”
He lightly ruffled Foxx’s black curls. “I know. And it was a conscious effort for sure.”
“Tony would be proud,” Foxx teased.
“He would be entertained rather than proud. Fuck, we still have to go to the office after this… Whatever. We’ll be leaving here shortly, with or without the cast. They have thirty minutes. We are not staying beyond that. The man who usually sits at the front desk of the condominium is a vampire. We’ll ask him if he knows a doctor you can see. If he doesn’t, we’ll watch some damn videos on how to remove casts and do it ourselves.”
Foxx let out a soft laugh, but winced after. “Hurts…”
Harlow grimaced. Foxx had woken up that day in a lot of pain, and while it seemed to have gotten better the longer he’d remained upright…being in the hospital seemed to have aggravated things again. And while he would admit it to no one, he’d come to the conclusion that he didn’t like seeing the vampire in pain. At least…not this type of pain. It sort of rounded back to him feeling useless, as he could do fuck all about it. Which really all added up to the whole situation majorly pissing Harlow off.
“It’s not fair. I wanted to yell at the doctor. But now I don’t even have the energy to do that,” Foxx whined.
Harlow smirked. “I’ll help, brat.”
“Yay,” Foxx said. “Bring down the pain on him.”
He snorted.
