Page 25 of Doc Defence

Hel controlled the smirk that begged to pull the corner of her lips up, and she put the needle through the skin and into the vein. He didn’t even flinch, but he did reach over and touch the end of her ponytail, pulling gently on one of the curls.

“You have the best hair.” He grinned hazily at her.

“Thanks. But you should probably stop talking now. You’re very drugged,” Hel replied dryly, trying to prevent Frost from saying anything to embarrass himself—or her.

She pulled her ponytail out of his reach, not wanting to examine the flush of warmth that spread through her when he touched her hair.

“Sorry.” Frost gazed upwards. “Does the ceiling always spin in this room?” He put the green whistle to his lips and took another puff.

“Not usually.” Hel disposed of her rubbish and packed her bag up. There wasn’t a lot she could do until the ambulance arrived.

“Hmmm. I didn’t think so.” He took another puff on the whistle and kept staring. “It just got faster.”

Hel lifted her hand to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “I think you should lay off the whistle for a while.”

Frost gave her an exaggerated pout but put the green tube down on his chest. “You are no fun.”

“I know,” Hel agreed.

“I didn’t mean that!” Frost said quickly, his voice full of concern.

“I’m not offended. People have said far worse things to me after I’ve drugged them.”

Hel had been called every rude name known to man during her time working in emergency, and a few made-up ones. It was an occupational hazard of seeing people when they were at their worst and most vulnerable. They often wanted to lash out at someone, and the emergency staff were easy targets.

“Well, they shouldn’t, you’re lovely.” Frost grinned a crooked smile at her.

“Thanks.” She shook her head, this man was a total lightweight.

Frost lifted the whistle back up to his lips, about to take another puff.

“Don’t!” Hel admonished him.

He winked at her, or at least that’s what she thought he was aiming for, but it was more one eye closed for a protracted period of time then opened. He put the green whistle back to his lips, about to take another deep puff.

Reaching over, Hel tried to snatch it out of his grip. He really needed a break from the medication.

Frost whipped it away, so she couldn’t get to it. “This is mine.” He held it tightly.

“Frost. You’re high as a spaceship, you need to give it to me.” Hel held out her hand.

“Nope. Mine.” His knuckles went white as he gripped it more firmly.

Hel rolled her eyes. It was going to be like this? Right, well he might be far bigger than her, but he couldn’t move, so she thought she could take it off him easily.

Ignoring him, she strolled around the bed to the hand which now held the medicine and pretended she wasn’t interested in it.

When she was level with his hand she went to grab the green whistle, but he evaded her and moved it into his other hand.

“Frost!” She leaned over him to grab it. “Stop being an idiot.”

“Nope.” He grinned dopily at her.

Hel frowned and leaned over him to confiscate the drug. Her fingers closed around his, and she tried to pry the green tube out of his hand.

“Hand it over.” Hel wiggled the tube, then froze when she felt his free hand tangle in her hair.

Turning to face him, she inhaled sharply. In her determination to stop him getting any higher, she hadn’t realised how close she was to him. His green eyes were right in front of her, only centimetres away.

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