“Ace, tell me what you need. Do you have medication somewhere?”
Instead of answering me, she sways and then lurches for the toilet again, though this time, she has nothing left to come out.
Fuck this.
“I’m calling a doctor.”
“No,” she says, coughing. “No, I’m fine.”
The line is already ringing, and a second later, a voice I’ve known for most of my life answers. “What’s going on, Kian?”
“Hey, Doc, I need you at my house. My girl has a migraine, and she won’t stop vomiting.”
Before I even finish my sentence, I hear our personal doctor moving. Dr. Payton gets paid a fortune to be available to us at the drop of a hat; whenever we need medical help we don’t want on record.
“Be there in ten.”
“Kian, I don’t need a doctor.”
“This isn’t normal, Ace. He’s coming. End of discussion.”
Instead of arguing with me, she sniffles, and my heart cracks right down the damn center.
Kneeling beside her, I run my hand over her forehead. Tears roll down her cheeks. I’d do anything in this fucking world to switch places with her right now.
“Can I carry you to the bed?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to move. I might be sick again.”
Rising, I go out to the bedroom and snatch three pillows from the bed and a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Here, baby girl,” I say quietly when I return, dropping the pillows by her knees. “Sit on these. Is your leg okay?”
“I’m fine,” she murmurs.
Fucking liar.
Ace is far from fine right now.
And it’s scaring the hell out of me.
My doorbell rings, and I curse, then open my security app and unlock the door remotely.
As soon as footsteps approach, I become very aware that Ace only has my T-shirt on. Before the doctor reaches the bathroom, I exit and stop him.
“Hold on,” I growl before I rip one of the throw blankets off the end of my bed and stride into the bathroom, squatting down to tuck it around her.
When I rise and turn around, the doc is staring at me with a smirk, but as soon as I step to the side, he switches into doctor mode and goes to Ace.
“I’m Dr. Payton. Kian said you have a migraine. Have you taken any medication yet?”
“She took ibuprofen three hours ago, before we went to sleep,” I answer for her.
He narrows his gaze at me, then turns his attention back to her. “Any other medications, sweetheart?”
The muscles in the back of my neck tighten. He’d better fucking watch it.
Ace shakes her head as she uses the toilet for support. “No. I have some at home.”
