Page 20 of Bratva's Intern

My cheeks burned at his teasing. “Well, I did stop him, so I did pretty good.”

“All right, then. Come with me so I can check you out.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Bradley said.

I followed Leo down a labyrinth of corridors until we reached a small room. He pulled on a pair of gloves and motioned toward the examination table. “Why don’t you take your top off and have a seat?”

It was awkward stripping off the shirt with my one good arm, but I managed. When I was done, I hopped up onto the table. The flesh on my arm gaped open, ugly, raw, and ruby red against my pale skin.

Leo gently took my arm, letting out a low whistle. “This is a neat cut. A fraction of an inch deeper, and you could have done some real damage. You’re going to need stitches.”

A nervous laugh bubbled up from my throat. “You sure a Band-Aid won’t work?”

“You scared of needles?”

I groaned. “Yup, and I have no shame in admitting it. Who wants to have their skin pierced over and over?”

“But it’ll make you heal faster, and I’ll give you a lollipop when we’re done. How about that?” He winked at me. I could see why Bradley married him. He was a charming man with a nice smile.

“All right.”

He worked efficiently, closing up the wound. Thankfully, I didn’t need that many stitches, but it still felt like an eternity had passed when he stepped back.

“All patched up.” He ripped off the bloody gloves and threw them into a bin. “The stitches will dissolve in a few weeks. Try not to do anything too strenuous with your arm during that time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.” He grabbed some bandages from the supply cabinet and gingerly wrapped them around my freshly stitched wound. His hands were gentle, careful not to jostle my injured arm. After he was done, he helped me put my shirt back on and led me back to Bradley.

“All good?” Bradley asked.

“Yes, but pick up this prescription for him. It’s antiseptic cream for the wound to stave off an infection, and some painkillers.”

“Thanks, babe. See you at home later.”

“Oops, I almost forgot.” Leo dug into his coat pocket, pulled out something small, and pressed it into my palm.

I glanced down.

A lollipop.

I smiled. “Seriously?”

“I keep my promises.”

Bradley chuckled. “I can assure you that he does. Come on, Wren. I’ll take you home.”

“Thanks, Doc.” I waved at Leo and followed Bradley out of the exit. “Your husband’s nice. I didn’t know you were gay. I am too.”

“He’s wonderful. We’re poly.”

“Oh?” I unwrapped my lollipop and popped it into my mouth.

Cherry.

The sugar hit my tongue, and I sighed. “I don’t think I could share a partner, but that’s good you found someone who understands.”

“Well, that’s too bad.”

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