Before I could say anything, Pip appeared, carrying acarry-on-sized red kit by the handle.
It was adorable as hell. A pocket-sized doctor on call.
Instead of coming toward me with it, he veered toward Kieran, stopping in front of him. He was about the same height as Haz, maybe an inch taller, but he was thinner. So yeah, him standing there in front of big ass Kieran made him look fragile.
The urge to protect him was like a punch of adrenaline so strong I could feel it spreading through my veins.Mine.
“Here, use this to clean him up,” Pip said, holding out the kit to my friend.
I bristled, and Kieran’s eyes cut to me, then flicked away.
“No.”
“No?” Rett echoed.
Kieran crossed his arms over his chest. “He ripped it out. He can clean himself up.”
“How will he do it with one hand?” Pip wondered.
“If you’re so worried about it, you do it.”
Rett stood there for a second, stock-still, like he was in shock. But then, surprisingly, he recovered to shake his blond head at Kieran. “He calls you his best friend, but I have no idea why.”
Surprise flitted over Kieran’s face for a split second before he grunted and looked away. Pip turned around and headed toward me, and I sent him my silent thanks.
“Haz, come here,” Kieran grumped.
I ignored what they were doing across the room and focused on Pip, stepping aside and gesturing to the bed.
“You’re the one who needs to lie down,” he pointed out.
“Can’t blame me for trying to get you back in my bed,” I said with a wink.
“That’smybed,” Kieran growled.
“Sit down,” Rett bossed.
I sat and slipped my legs under the blankets while Rett opened the kit on the nightstand, brows furrowing the second he took it all in. He shifted nervously and cleared his throat, looking through the various supplies, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
“What’s the matter, Pip?”
His voice was a little sheepish. “I’ve never even seen half this stuff before.”
I leaned over to pluck through the supplies to grab a wipe and a Band-Aid. “This should do it.”
“No. We need medicine too.”
“The doc gave me medicine already.”
“No. The kind you put on cuts to make them heal faster,” he said.
“I thought you didn’t know about this stuff?” I countered.
“I don’t, but one time, a pigeon attacked me, and I had to go to a clinic. They used some of it on me, and it really helped,” Pip explained.
“Ooo-weee,” I sang. “Did you just say you were attacked by a pigeon?”
“Yes. I got fired for it too. Wouldn’t even pay me for work because they had to pay the doctor bill.”
