So I hung on.
Now, though, I’m feeling pretty damn good for a guy that was as good as dead less than twenty-four hours ago.
I’m also bored as hell.
Luna stopped by a while ago and slipped me this weird tasting root and a potion she’d made herself and since then I’ve been buzzing.
Bouncing off the walls. For hours now.
I practically throw myself at Silver as soon as she steps into my room in the med bay. Seb rolls his eyes from his corner, where I’m pretty sure he’s been set up to stop me from leaving the room. My teenage prison guard.
“I missed you sweetheart,” I tell her, jumping off the bed and attempting to bound toward her, toning my movements down to a slightly wonky shuffle. Damn. Seems my barely healed wound isnota fan of vigorous movement, which sucks. I’ve got plenty of vigorous shit I want to try with Silver right now.
Turns out nearly dying has made my dick greedy. I need to touch her, to feel her skin on mine. To hold her close and swear I’ll never let go.
She smiles, cupping my cheek with her small, perfect hand. Seriously, her fingers are so tiny, I wonder how she gets anything done.
I caress them lovingly. If she needs things doing, I can do them for her. I’m much bigger, stronger. I’ll open all the doors and jars and hand feed her so she doesn’t need to lift a finger.
“Are you feeling all right?” she asks gently, leading me back to the bed like I’m an invalid. I flop down and stifle a wince as the movement tugs at my wound again.
I hate not being able to move how I want. I want todance. Dance with Silver and romance her, hold her in my arms and tell her I love her.
“I’m pretty sure he’s high as a kite,” Seb says.
“As an eagle,” I correct sagely.
Silver pops herself down on the chair beside my bed, but that’s not close enough for me. I pat the bed enticingly and wiggle my eyebrows. Maybe she’ll snuggle with me. I hate being in bed all on my lonesome.
“Zeph wouldn’t cuddle with me,” I complain.
“Is it the pain meds? Is he hurting?” Silver asks Seb, even though he’s only a baby and he’s not my keeper or my nurse.
“Pretty sure it’s that shit Luna gave him. He downed it right before you came back,” Seb says. “She told him to wait until later, but he was so bored and all ‘I’m gonna drink it all down and see what happens’.”
Snitch.
“Rude to take a man’s words and flaunt them when his ass is hanging out for all to see,” I tell Seb.
“You’re an idiot and your ass isn’t out.”
“Really?” Huh, I thought I was wearing a gown, like you see on the sexy medical shows.
Although it’s never the patients that are the sexy ones. Maybe I need to borrow a nurse’s outfit and practice my pouting, so Silver will cuddle with me and tell me she loves me back.
Silver’s sniffing the bottle of potion, though, and frowning. “I think we should get Luna down here. Check he hasn’t poisoned himself.”
“It’s gonna make my blood grow back big and strong. I’ll be a machine, you’ll see. A sexy, nurse machine.” I think for a moment. “One that gets all the snuggles.”
Silver ignores me and my heart hurts. “Could you get Luna down here for me?” she asks Seb.
I’m not dumb. I can hear them talking around me, like I’m not even here.
“You’re ridiculously cute. Even when you take too much medicine just to see what happens, like a dumbass.” She stands, and for a second, I’m terrified she’s going to leave me.
“It wasn’t that much, really. I’m fine. Totally sober, see?” I try to push myself up so I can walk in a straight line or whatever, but I’m feeling kind of wobbly, so I plop back onto my butt and grin at her.
She’s so pretty. So perfect. She won’t leave me while I’m in a weakened state like this.
