“I’m not nervous,” Sean calls after him.
“It’s forme,” the doctor calls back.
The curtain swishes closed. Sean turns to me with a grin despite the absolute disaster this day has been.
“I think that went well.”
“You told him your sister works at Home Depot as proof you’re not homophobic.”
“But Camerondoeswork at Home Depot! She even has a fuckin’ girlfriend! And I’m not!”
“Why didn’t you just lead with that?!”
“I dunno, bro, because they’re breaking up?”
“That’s…” I stop. Take a breath. “Never mind.”
My phone buzzes. I pull it out, grateful for the distraction.
SEXY WITCH
Hey. How’s Sean?
OTHER NERD
He’s nervous, so he’s being extra Sean-y. I’ll let you imagine what that entails. How’s Kill?
SEXY WITCH
Nothing yet. But he’s stable. That’s probably good news.
I hate that word.
Probably means uncertainty.
Uncertainty means our pack alpha could be dying while I’m sitting in a hospital room arguing about blenders and erectile dysfunction.
OTHER NERD
Yeah. Probably.
SEXY WITCH
Have you guys seen the doctor yet?
OTHER NERD
Yes, and Sean has already managed to be offensive in at least three different ways.
SEXY WITCH
Only three? He’s on good behavior. Can I see him?
My lips quirk. I glance over at Sean, who’s currently trying to catch a glimpse of his own eye socket in the reflection of a metal supply cabinet and making faces at himself.
I raise my phone and snap a picture.
Sean whips around at the camera sound. “Wait, who are you sending that to?”
