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Kent let out a sigh and started shrugging out of it, but the movement pulled at the bullets lodged in his shoulder. Dawn immediately stepped in, helping ease the jacket off before freezing when she saw the front of his shirt soaked with blood.

“How in the hell are you even standing?” Dawn tossed his jacket onto a chair before taking him by the arm and leading him to the exam table. “I'm calling Slade. He told me if there was anything I couldn't handle, to call him.”

“I don't want to bother Slade on his day off.” Kent managed to climb onto the table before looking up at her. “Why don't you just dig 'em out for me?”

Dawn had grabbed a pair of scissors but stopped at his words, looking at him as if she were actually considering it. A second later, she shook her head.

“No. I think this is a job for Slade.”

Kent laughed. “But you thought about it, which tells me you could probably do it. Just make a slice, dig around in there with some tongs, and pull 'em out.”

“Tongs?” Dawn looked from his leg back to his face. “Seriously?”

“Whatever you call 'em,” Kent said, enjoying this way too much. “I mean, you deliver babies. I'd think it'd pretty much be the same thing. You'd just be delivering three bullets.”

“Okay.” Dawn snorted, fighting a smile. “That was actually pretty funny.”

“I know.” Kent grinned.

“But no, delivering babies and digging bullets out of stubborn Warriors are two completely different things.” She walked over to one of the cabinets and started opening drawers. “Besides, I don't know where Slade keeps the lidocaine. And with the way you've already healed over, he may want to sedate you before cutting those bullets out. That's way out of my league. If one of my patients has to be put to sleep, an anesthesiologist does that.”

“Human medicines don't work on us,” Kent informed her as he shifted on the table. “And if one of us needs to be sedated, then one of the Warriors just knocks us out.”

Dawn stopped searching the cabinet, then turned slowly. “Seriously?”

Kent realized she said that word a lot. “Yeah, seriously.”

Just then Angelina walked in carrying a pair of shorts, which Kent figured belonged to Adam.

“Slade's on his way.” Angelina looked him over, then shook her head. “Jared told me what happened, so I called Slade. Now get those jeans off, put the shorts on, and lose the shirt.”

Kent pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. His gaze caught Dawn's eyes on his chest before she quickly looked away and started helping Angelina get things ready for Slade.

Sliding off the table, he started to unbuckle his jeans.

“I suggest you don't turn around for a minute,” he warned the women. Not that he cared, but he wanted to be respectful to them...and Adam. He never wore underwear and would be totally naked.

He grinned when Dawn dropped something, the loud clatter echoing through the room.

Once he had on the shorts, which were a little tight on him, he lay back, then cursed when his shoulder hit the table. Damn, that hurt, but he'd rather have Slade take the bullet out of his leg first since it was the one bothering him the most.

Angelina walked over with Dawn following her, and both women looked down at his leg.

“How did they get three shots in you?” Angelina frowned as she touched the spot that was almost completely healed.

“The two in my shoulder I didn't see coming.” Kent stared up at the ceiling. “The one in my leg was a wild shot. Guess the reaction from me throwing a knife into his throat surprised him.”

“You think?” Dawn said, her eyes widening as she stared at him.

“You get used to it.” Angelina chuckled at Dawn's expression.

Kent noticed Angelina had removed her hand from his leg, but Dawn's still remained.

She turned to say something to Angelina, giving him a perfect view of her profile. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, though a few loose strands had escaped and framed a face that was prettier than he'd first realized.

Snapping his gaze from her, he cursed to himself. She was way out of his league. She was a doctor, for shit's sake, and he was a Warrior with nothing to his name. Yeah, he needed to stay in his fucking lane because Dr. Holloway wasn't the kind of woman you treated like a one-night stand...and that was all he had to offer anyone.

CHAPTER 5