“Leave me out of this,” Trevor said.
Kyle shook his head. “What have I said about letting your NCOs do the hard thinking for you?”
Trevor snorted out a laugh, smirking at the dirty look Jamie shot his way. “Go call Katie before she blows up your comms. Tell the team I’m fine, but I’ve got a patient to see to.”
Jamie waved him off and Trevor resisted the urge to salute. Neither of them were in uniform, nor on active duty, but old habits were hard to break. Ducking back into the medical room, he palmed the door shut and returned to Brendan’s bedside. Brendan still didn’t look comfortable, though that might have had to do with the ongoing regen treatment.
“Doing all right?” Trevor asked.
“Sure,” Brendan replied after a moment.
Brendan’s short blond hair had a bit of blood in it. His bottom lip was bitten ragged from pain and nervousness. Trevor had to stomp down hard on the sudden urge to pull that delicate flesh out from between Brendan’s teeth with his thumb and kiss the other man better.
“Is there anyone I can call for you?”
Brendan winced at the question. “I should probably call my family if Erin or Dispatch haven’t notified them already.”
“Why would Dispatch notify them?”
“My dad is the district commander of the Fifth District for Patrol Services North of MPDC and my mom is a captain in the Seventh District for Patrol Services South. My two older brothers are also police officers. Pretty much everyone in my extended family is a police officer or affiliated with that kind of work in some way.”
“Except for you.”
“I’m the black sheep of the family.”
Trevor laughed. “I doubt that.”
Before Brendan could respond, they were interrupted by his partner opening up the door. Her wide-eyed gaze flicked between the two of them.
“Uh, the MDF are on the scene and I need to move the bus,” Erin said, sounding apologetic.
Brendan tried to sit up, but Trevor kept him from moving with a gentle press of telekinesis, keeping him lying flat against the biobed. “Brendan is still being treated. I can drive him home later if you need to return your vehicle and update your station.”
Brendan’s heart rate had ticked up a little and Trevor figured it was due to his power. He quickly retracted it, watching as Brendan shifted on the biobed.
“You don’t have to do that,” Brendan protested, staring at him with no fear in his gaze. “Drive me home, I mean.”
“You’re not going to be able to drive yourself home. I don’t mind. Really.”
Erin stepped closer to the biobed. Trevor gave them the illusion of privacy by turning his back on them and tidying up the room’s work area. He pretended he couldn’t hear the whispered conversation going on behind him.
“We’re off shift tomorrow anyway. I’ll handle the reports tonight. Don’t worry about it, Brendan. Just get some rest, okay?” Erin finally said.
Erin gave Brendan’s free hand a squeeze and aimed a relieved smile at him. Then she gave Trevor an awkward wave goodbye.
“Thank you for taking care of him,” she said.
“It’s not a problem. Have a safe rest of the night,” Trevor replied.
“Our bus has been pulled out of rotation, so I will be staying at the station filling out reports. See you later, Brendan. Call me.”
“I will,” Brendan promised, closing his eyes.
His partner left, and Trevor let Brendan rest. It wasn’t too much longer before the door slid open again and Jamie leaned into the room, catching Trevor’s attention. “We’re heading back to base.”
“Keep me in the loop,” Trevor told him.
“Of course. Call me when you get home.”
