“You can give her aspirin,” Luric added. “But check with me before you give her anything else… and I do mean anything.”
Black nodded, but he was already helping me off the exam table.
Gripping me around the waist to help me keep the weight off my cut foot, he led me towards the door.
I didn’t fight him.
Truthfully, going back to our room and going to bed sounded like heaven.
Hearing me, Black looked at Luric.
“Can she sleep?” he said, gruff.
Luric glanced at me, then back at Black.
“You might want to wait a bit on sleep… if you can. At least a few more hours, then I’ll come check her light again. If her symptoms start to improve, then she can sleep.” When Black resumed leading me towards the door of the exam room, Luric added, calling after us. “Keep her awake if you can, brother Quentin. At least for the next few hours.”
Black nodded.
He didn’t bother to point out that the other seer had already said that, even though I was close enough to Black’s light now to feel how much he wanted to.
It wasn’t Luric himself. Black was frustrated with all of it: the lack of information, himself for yelling at me, himself for embarrassing me in front of his team, the fact that he had to keep me awake now, when he could feel through my light how exhausted I was.
It’s only a few hours,I sent. I’ll take a shower. Listen to you do work things. Or you can send Angel down to keep me company again. I’ll be fine.
Black didn’t answer.
He just wrapped himself around me, light and body, and took me home.