Which was about when I noticed it was in a splint, and that I could barely move my fingers.Fuck.
“It’s not broken,” the nurse said before I could ask the question.
Oh thank fuck.
“But it is sprained, lucky it wasn’t your right.”
“I’m left-handed,” I said, forcing my fingers to move just far enough to brush against Harvey’s.
He hadn’t held my hand since we were in middle school, but right now, I liked the way his fingertips felt against mine.
“In that case, lucky you have a supportive fiancé to take care of you,” the nurse said. “And fill in all this paperwork on your behalf. Since you’re awake, I’ll see if we can get a doctor to check up on you and then we’ll work on getting you home. I know you’d rather sleep in your own bed,” she finished.
And then winked at me with a theatrical nod toward Harvey.
At least it wasn’t concussion-induced delirium making me think he was hot. The nurse clearly agreed.
“He’ll get all the care he can handle,” Harvey promised solemnly. “And I’ll take the paperwork. Thank you so much for everything. And I love your hair.”
The nurse blushed as she backed out of the room, leaving me and Harvey alone again.
“The hair comment definitely made you sound gay,” I said. “Nice touch.”
“I am gay,” Harvey said.
… which was completely new information.
“Say that again?” I asked, still trying to get my fingers to move.
“I’m gay,” Harvey repeated, so I definitely hadn’t misheard. “Surprise?”
“Not the most surprising thing that’s happened to me today,” I said, shifting to make myself comfortable. “Boyfriend?”
“Not exactly the boyfriend type,” Harvey said. “You?”
“Liam left me at the altar eighteen months ago, kinda not ready for the wholetrusting menthing again yet.”
“Jesus,” Harvey said. “I’m so sorry.”
“You never liked Liam,” I pointed out.
“No,” Harvey agreed. “But you did.”
“Yeah, well. I have terrible taste in men.” I forced myself to smile, even though the movement made the cut on my head throb.
“It’d have to be Kowalski-Beaumont,” Harvey said.
It took me a couple of seconds to catch up, but I was comfortable blaming that on the head injury. “Absolutely not.” I wrinkled my nose. “Beaumont should go first, it’s alphabetical.”
Harvey chuckled, and tightened his fingers around mine.
My heart did something weird and uncomfortable that I was almost positive was caused by whatever painkillers they’d given me.
“What about we combine them? Beauwalksi. Komont.”
I wrinkled my nose again, but didn’t even think about letting go of his hand. “Those are even worse. You’re banned from picking names.”
“Strong words for a man named Ignatius,” Harvey said.
