I’m already typing.
“Don’t send that to Regina!” Sean lunges for my phone, but I hold it out of reach. “Rowan! That’s a terrible angle!”
“It’s your only angle now, man.”
“Hit that button and you’ll be shitting teeth for a week!”
I hit send. “Too late.”
Sean gasps, grasping the side of his head. “You violated bro code.”
“Bro code doesn’t apply in medical emergencies.”
“Itespeciallyapplies in medical emergencies! That’s when you need your bros the most!”
My phone buzzes again.
SEXY WITCH
Poor baby.
Tell Sean I’ll make him feel better when he gets back if he doesn’t destroy the hospital.
I show him the message. His protest dies in his throat.
“Oh.” He blinks at the screen and melts. “She called me baby.”
“Yeah.”
“You think she’s talking about a blowjob?”
I shrug. “Probably.”
“That’s... that’s good incentive to not die of a face infection.”
I snort. “It is.”
The curtain opens again. The doctor returns with a tray of supplies. Sutures, antiseptic, gauze, and what looks like some kind of magical numbing ointment in a jar that glows faintly purple.
“Let’s get this cleaned up,” he says, his voice slightly more relaxed now.
That Valium kicked infast.
Sean sits back on the bed, tilting his head to give the doctor access to the wound. I watch as the cat shifter begins working, dabbing the numbing ointment around the edges of Sean’s destroyed eye socket.
“Ow,” Sean whines.
“Hold still, you big baby.”
“Easy for you to say, that shit stings!”
“Stop moving or I’m going to get the other eye.”
I tune out their bickering and pull up my phone again, wanting to text something to Regina but not wanting to distract her from Killian.
Through the bond, I can still feel him. Distant and muffled, but there. A steady pulse that tells me he’s alive, at least. And fighting.
But for how long?
