Caz kills his engine beside me. “What are we doing?”
“Come on,” I say, walking towards the building we’re parked in front of.
“Uh…” Caz catches up to me as I reach the door. “Why are we at a walk-in clinic?”
I ignore him and head to the reception desk. The woman behind the desk looks up with a smile, which promptly vanishes when she sees me. Her eyes jump to my cut, then to Caz behind me.
“I need to see a doctor,” I tell her.
Her eyes dart between me and Caz, then she shifts her gaze to her computer. “Do you have an appointment?”
I glance around the packed waiting room, then at the sign on the wall that says‘walk-in clinic’in bold blue letters. “Is this not a walk-in clinic?”
“It is,” she says carefully, quickly looking at Caz as if he might save her from answering this very simple question. “But you can make a same-day appointment, if there’s availability.”
“Well, I don’t care what you call it,” I say with a wave of my hand, needing this to happen already so I can get on with my day. “I just need to see a doctor.”
“Ok,” she says, clicking at her computer a couple times with shaky hands. “It’ll be about a two-hour wait.”
All I can do is stare at her and watch her squirm. Who the fuck has time for that?
“No,” I say.
Caz sighs beside me, and the woman glances behind her like she’s looking for someone to come do her job for her.
“Sir…” she says, turning back to me when no one comes to save her. “We can see if there’s an appointment later in the day, but they fill up quickly and?—”
“Ma’am,” I say, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the counter. “I’m here now, and I’m not coming back to thewalk-inclinic. And I don’t have two hours to wait.”
Her eyes widen as she stares back at me, not even moving, like she just short-circuited.
For fuck’s sake.
“Fine,” I say, pushing off the counter. “He’ll wait for me.” I tilt my head towards Caz.
“The fuck?” he mutters.
I ignore him, pulling out my health card and sliding it across the desk, and the woman takes it like it might bite her.
“You’ll hold my spot. I’ve got to get to the clubhouse,” I say, turning to Caz. “Frank paid me a visit while I was in holding, and since I couldn’t put a bullet in his head, we need to make a plan for how to do just that.”
The clacking stops as the woman’s fingers freeze on the keyboard. I look at her, waiting for her to do something, but she slowly resumes typing with wide eyes and trembling hands.
“Ok.” Caz watches her type. “So I’ll just… sit here and keep your seat warm…”
“Like a good little prospect,” I say with a smile.
“Reason for your visit?” the receptionist asks in a small voice, sliding my card back to me across the desk.
We both turn to stare at her.
“You need to know that?” I ask, raising a brow as I take my card back.
She nods as she chews her lip and shifts in her seat. “So we can ensure you’re receiving the right care from the right professional…”
“Are we not in a fucking doctor’s office? What’s happening here?” I mutter, glancing around the space again. Then I turn back to her. “The condom broke while I was fucking my man, so I need all the tests to make sure all’s good down there.”
Caz groans, and her cheeks turn bright red.
