His blood definitely tasted off.
Licking off another droplet before letting go of his fingers, I tried finding the exact thing that was wrong with it.
“Eric?”
“Shh, I’m thinking,” I said, waving at him. What was it? The drugs, but beneath that, there was something wrong with his blood. The taste was… not metallic enough. “I think his iron levels are low.”
“What?”
“I think his iron levels are low,” I repeated, furrowing my brow. “Which is not good.”
“Have you lost your mind? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“His blood doesn’t taste metallic enough, which suggests that his iron levels are low. For me to have noticed it with the first drop, I think they are really, really low.”
Bennie blinked at me through the rearview mirror. “Are you playing doctor with him?”
Worry tightened my gut.
“Low iron levels in males can indicate gut issues. Gastritis as a best-case scenario, but also blood loss due to ulcers or even tumors. He needs to go to the doctor.”
Bennie sighed. “Eric…”
“No, I know. I can’t take him to the hospital and tell the nurses on shift that I tasted his low iron levels.”
However, I really, really wanted to.
“I’m just saying. He needs medical attention.”
Bennie heaved another sigh. In my periphery, I saw him shake his head in exasperation. “We’re getting him home. Drink your fill of him now and let it go. His health is not your responsibility.”
I huffed. Now that I knew about his iron levels and possible health concerns, I definitely wouldn’t take another single drop of his blood. He needed itall.
Caressing his cheek, I took another look at the bags under his eyes and his pale skin. Yeah… he needed to get a thorough checkup.
I just needed to figure out how to get him one.
Chapter 2
Finn
Your iron levels are low. Please contact your primary care doctor as soon as possible to get a checkup.
What the fuck?
I stared at the yellow Post-it note attached to my front door.
Again, what the actual fuck?
Who would leave a note like that?
And… how the fuck would someone know if my iron levels were or weren’t low?
Shaking my head, I crumpled the note in my hand.
I didn’t have time for sick mind games like that. I had a thesis to finish, a job to find, and a study group to get to.
Chapter 3
