Doc nods, “Yes, he’s all healed. He’s just going to need a few minutes to wake up.”
Relief floods my system, and I admit, I do think about letting go of his face and moving his head from my lap, but what if it triggers the seizures again or something?
I’m not going to risk it.
The Voices snigger, they know that I’m only partially telling the truth and that although that is a reason, it’s not the only one, and the other reason is simply because I want to hold him. I like it.
When another five minutes pass, I frown and look up at Doc, “Shouldn’t he be awake by now? Did something go wrong?”
Doc smirks, “The fucker has been awake for the last four minutes. I think he’s enjoying the attention.”
I glance down at Baz, and his eyes pop open as he grins cheekily up at me, lacing his fingers together and resting them on his stomach as he straightens his legs and crosses his ankles.
I smirk, “You shit, I was worried about you.”
“So you should be, I think I need to rest here for a bit longer, just in case,” he retorts, his eyes twinkling.
“Smooth,” Coen chuckles, his emerald eyes shining with amusement.
Baz shrugs, which is weird considering he’s lying down and his head is still on my lap.
“Dude, I’m out of practice,” Baz points out, still smiling.
“He’s got a good point,” Ransom chuckles. His smile dims slightly as he asks, “Seriously though, are you okay?”
Baz becomes serious as he considers the question, but stays where he is, and when I go to pull my hand away from his face, figuring that he might be finding it a bit weird by now, his gaze darts up to mine, as his hands grasp mine, stopping them from moving away from his cheeks.
There’s a vulnerability in his eyes that makes my heart hurt, and instead of pulling my hand away, I stroke my thumbs over his cheekbones, and he closes his eyes for a moment.
When he opens them, his gaze moves to a softly smiling Ransom, and he answers him, “I feel okay now. I knew the moment that I pushed it too far, but by that point, it was too late, and I just went down. I still didn’t fucking remember anything either.” He looks up at me, “I’m sorry. I know that I know something that could help you figure out what the Voices are, but I don’t fucking know what it is.”
“Oh no, don’t you dare apologize to me, your health and well-being come before any of that, and if you even consider pushing yourself that hard again, then you’re going to have me to deal with and not in the fun kinky way,” I threaten.
“There’s a kinky way?” He asks, smirking, “What do I have to do to get dealt with that way?”
I try not to join in the others' laughter.
“Oh, for fuck sake, you’re just like the rest of them,” I tease. “You only focused on that part of the sentence.”
Baz’s laughter calms, and he watches me closely, “I won’t push myself that hard again.”
“Thank you,” I say primly, and he smirks.
He opens his mouth to say something, but instead, a huge yawn takes over his features.
“It’s been an extremely long day for everyone involved,” Van says with a smile.
Baz nods, “I suppose I should get up.”
Before I can move my hand, he shocks the shit out of me, turning his face and kissing my palm, sending a zing of awareness through me. His gaze doesn’t meet mine again, and it happens so quickly that if it weren’t for my still tingling palm, I would have thought that I imagined it.
When I get up off the floor, Van pulls me under his arm and kisses the top of my head. He mutters quietly enough that the others who are talking can’t hear him.
“It’s all good, Nene,” he whispers. I tilt my head, and his sapphire blue eyes meet mine knowingly.
Threading my fingers through his dark, almost black, green colored beard, I tug slightly, and his lips meet mine.
“Thanks, Van,” I mutter.
