Killing him could become an option again, couldn’t it?! He grimaced as the thought made his stomach do a weird fucking flip. Great…great! Now even thinking about murdering the bastard caused his body to do dumb fucking weird ass shit.
WHAT WAS HIS LIFE!?!
“Foxx?” Tony asked hesitantly when the call connected. Almost too hesitantly. “Is everything okay?”
Foxx frowned. “Ah, I’m guessing Charity is waiting for the paperwork before telling you…. Well, um, everything is…okay with the case. It’s finished. We found the hunters’ bodies and dropped those off at the morgue. But yeah, we are good there…”
“But?” Tony pressed.
Harlow just glared at the small vampire as he waited for the humiliation to come.
“Well, Harlow threw out his back. To be specific, he strained a muscle in his back and can’t move. The hospital is going to keep him overnight.”
There was silence at first…and then…the laughter came. A deep, rich, full body laugh that went on for a bit before Tony sniffled and said, “Ah, thanks, I needed that. I thought I was the one getting old, Harlow.” The man chuckled again before continuing. “Fuck, we just got you two back. Well…you're benched again until whatever this is gets fixed.”
Harlow sighed. They were fucking taking more breaks than they were working at this point. Shit was getting stupid…
Harlow eyed Foxx from the hotel bed as the vampire adjusted his puffy hat.
“I’ll be back!” Foxx chimed. The man paused on reaching the door, looked back with a grin and added, “Don’t move.” He then burst into a fit of giggles and rushed out.
Harlow rolled his eyes. “Fucking brat.”
Sighing, he stared at the door for a moment before slowly reaching over and snagging his phone off the nightstand, trying to ignore the shock of pain that accompanied each and every movement. It wasn’t as bad as it had been last night, but it still fucking sucked.
Moving his arm flat by his side, he glanced down awkwardly and flipped it open. Typing with one hand, he pulled up Wes’ number and pressed call, before hitting the speaker button.
Harlow glared at the speckled ceiling as he waited.
“Harlow? Is something wrong?” Wes said in lieu of a greeting. Then again, he hadn’t called before this. He usually just scheduled his appointment with Wes before he left. The whole, off the record thing, meant he didn’t have to talk to the man’s secretary much at all…which worked for him.
“I'm going to have to reschedule my appointment, because I fucked up my back.”
Probably as much as he had fucked up his head. What an accomplishment to have his mind and body matching.
“Ah…sorry to hear that. Well, let’s see what we can find. Do you know how long it will be until you are better?”
“Doctor said it will likely be a few weeks.”
Well, the man in the ER had said a few weeks to a month, but he was hoping it was closer to the few. He wasn’t sure he could deal with Foxx’s care for a whole fucking month without going…more insane.
“Why don’t we schedule three weeks out and go from there? We can always move it up sooner.”
“Whatever,” Harlow grunted, before snapping at him. “Wait! Make it two weeks. No—” He cursed. “Three is fine.”
What was he even doing? Like seeing the fucker sooner would resolve anything. Though…he wasn’t sure he’d get away with killing Iggy, so maybe he should…
Fucking hell, what was wrong with him?!
“Did something happen?”
Harlow cursed again. “Something…did…maybe…”
“Well, I’m free for the next ten minutes. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on and we can decide if maybe a virtual session sooner would be better than waiting, hmm?”
A…virtual session. So, he’d have to use his laptop… The new one Foxx got him…worked great, and was so much faster than his old one. But, at the same time, nothing was where it should fucking be. And he swore the font kept getting fucking smaller every time he used it—though he was ninety-nine percent sure that was just Foxx screwing with him.
He…supposed he could do a video call… Wait…no he couldn’t, because there was no way in hell Harlow could ever get Foxx to leave him alone at a specific time for a full hour. Randomly? Sure, as Foxx would go off and do his crafting thing, but scheduled? Hell no. And with him being injured, the vampire likely would be hovering like crazy.
