The nurse returned then, pushing a wheelchair. Her cheeks were red, and she looked irritated. She cleared her throat. “I’ll take you to Dr. Martin.”
Foxx slowly got up and moved to the chair. Harlow followed behind the woman as she took them to an upper floor and into a hospital room, where she then left them there without another word.
“I guess we wait here.” Foxx sighed. “She looked upset.”
“I…” He trailed off as a doctor with an irate expression stormed in, his face beet red.
The man was late thirties, of average height, had a bit of a gut, and was balding.
Dr. Martin stood in front of them quietly for a moment before clearing his throat. “I was told you refused some testing.”
It was interesting that while the question he asked was aimed at Foxx, the guy was looking at Harlow.
“Do I look like an injured vampire to you?” Harlow snapped.
“What?” Dr. Martin asked in confusion.
“Was the question not simple enough? Not sure I can make it any clearer. Do. I. Look. Like. An. Injured. Vampire. To. You?” he said, punctuating each word this time.
“No. Why would you even ask that?”
“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because you looked at me instead of Foxx when asking your question about testing. Or do you think Foxx isn’t capable of answering for his own damn self?”
Dr. Martin sniffed. “You are his guardian, are you not? So why wouldn’t I speak to you?” The man still didn’t even send a cursory glance down at Foxx.
“Guardian?” Foxx rasped, sounding baffled. “Do you know how old I am?”
“Foxx, I’m not sure he even knows what species you are, considering he was trying to run blood tests on you.”
Dr. Martin stiffened. “I am the most respected vampire specialist on this side of the world. Just because you are too simple minded to understand the complexities of vampire anatomy—”
“You tried to check for infections, in a species that cannot get infections. What the hell is complex about that?” Harlow scoffed.
“They can get infections, just like us humans. You are just…”
“No, we can’t,” Foxx seethed, clearly irritated. “We are immune to all human illnesses and diseases. Which is literally the most basic fucking medical information for my kind, because it’s so widely known. But hearing your idiocy, I don’t want you to touch me in the least, let alone come near me with a saw. Harlow, get me the fuck out of here, and away from this quack.”
Harlow snorted as the doctor started to splutter. “This is outrageous! I will not stand here and have my medical competency put into question!”
“Blah blah blah. You know, based on your refusal to actually talk to me—your bloody patient—I assumed you were an arrogant fuck, or possibly you just hated vampires. Now I know, not only are you arrogant, you are also an idiot. Not to mention, you’re likely a danger to my kind. So let’s hope the report I send in makes you lose your license,” Foxx said viciously, before shouting, “Harlow, roll me away!”
Harlow did just that, leaving the doctor behind looking shocked, and with Foxx’s cast still in place.
* * *
Foxx sighed,walking slowly into the Hunters Guild, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling. Even the cold outside wasn’t distracting enough. And it wasn’t like he’d gotten a chance to get more pain pills at the hospital. That nutjob probably wouldn’t have given them to him even if he’d asked. Maybe they should have threatened him…
Either way, his pain was sort of like a yoyo…he was fine for brief moments, before it came spinning back.
“Foxx! Harlow!” a deep masculine voice rang out as they entered.
Foxx forced a smile onto his face. “Hi, Jerry.”
Jerry was a six-foot-tall bear of a human, with black hair, dark brown eyes, and dammit, he was cuddly and fluffy. And he gave really good hugs—to Harlow’s unending side-eyeing. But right now, Foxx couldn’t get any hugs. Which made him grumpier. Thus, the forced smile.
Because he would not be mean to Jerry. He liked Jerry. Though he hadn’t met her, he liked Jerry’s sister, Kristy, too. As she made the amazing cookies that were given away in the Guild’s bi-monthly cookie race. The race they had won a few months back, because duh, they’d taken out a massive cult.
But, at the moment, he was tired and he didn’t want to talk or be peppy and cute. He wanted to nap and be grumpy
