Page 56 of Burn Bag

“Red—”

“I’m just saying, I don’t think I’ve had this much fun since I met Zoe. It’s been a riot.”

The names brought back some very vague memories, but I couldn’t care right now. I was pissed and it was all because of my overbearing husband.

“You know, when I signed on to get married, it did not include you dragging me out of the house kicking and screaming.”

“It did include for better or worse.”

“Worse is right,” Red snorted.

“I just wanted to have your arm looked at. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that I said I was fine,” I argued.

“Well, if I had to go to the hospital because of your murder cats, you could at least do me the courtesy of going when you have third-degree burns.”

“They are not murder cats!”

“I like how she jumped to the defense of her cats before the whole burn thing,” Red mused.

The curtain was tugged back and the nurse from yesterday, Kristy, grinned down at me. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“It’s his fault,” I snarled.

Bradley’s eyes widened in shock. “How the hell is this my fault?”

“Because I was trying to be a good wife and make you breakfast! It’s not my fault I didn’t know how to make bacon or pancakes!”

“She’s right,” Kristy grinned.

“How the hell is she right?”

“Well, she was trying to be a good wife and got injured for it. And because she was trying to be a good wife for you, it therefore only makes sense that it’s your fault.”

I smiled triumphantly at her logic while Bradley gaped in confusion, along with his friend.

“That makes no sense at all.”

“Sure it does,” she laughed. “Now, here’s the prescription for your medicine. Keep it wrapped for at least seven days or until the burns have healed. And the dressing may need to be changed every three days.”

I glared at Bradley for making me come here, and that’s when I noticed the needle sticking out of my arm. Swallowing hard, I stared down at it, feeling the room spin. “What…what is that?”

“It’s an IV,” Kristy said distractedly as she walked over to me. “Your husband insisted on giving you something for the pain, and since you were out of it…”

I didn’t hear the rest of what she said as the room spun around me in a dizzying tilt-a-whirl. I was going to pass out. Just as I flopped to the right, Bradley caught me, holding me upright.

“Is that what this was all about?” he shouted.

At least, it sounded like shouting through the fog in my head. “Don’t feel so good,” I muttered just before my stomach lurched. I turned just in time to vomit all over the floor.

To his credit, Bradley didn’t even move out of the way. Instead, he just sat down beside me and rubbed my back as I slumped against him.

“I don’t feel so good.”

His low rumble against my cheek soothed me in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge. “Yeah, I kind of got that.”

“Well, this has been fun,” Red laughed. “We should go before anything else happens and we end up here for the night.”

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