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“Okay…” I manage just as the wheelchair pulls back and I’m driven into the hospital.
This was definitelyonewayto make an entrance.
CHAPTER10
Amanda
I slumponto the examination table, my back against the cold rock-hard surface, and look around the white-tiled room in desperation. The fluorescent bulbs make everything seem dull. I press my forehead against my palm and groan in pain. “Oh, gods. Anyone,please.” I’m begging for any sort of relief. “Anyone have an aspirin? Some Midol, maybe?”
No answer comes. I guess people rushing up and down the ER’s hallway have bigger problems than mine.
I stare fixedly at the clock, counting each agonizing second before I give up and swing my legs off the examination table. Problem is, I move too quickly and forget about my injured hand. “Fucking hell!” I hiss, as a sharp pain shoots up my arm when I accidentally brush it against a chair. I bite back a yelp, and hurry across the room, avoiding any sudden movements that could draw attention.
“There’s gotta be something I can take,” I mumble, opening the desk’s drawer. I peek inside. There’s a lot of junk. No meds… I open the drawer further and find, “A comic book?” I flinch. An old Batman and Robin one. I check the date on the cover.1952. Wow. It’s kind of cool, but not what I expected to find at a doctor’s office.
“You want to be careful with that,” a husky voice says. “It’s a collectible.”
My heart jolts as my eyes snap open. I whirl around and clutch the edge of the desk, my feet unsteady beneath me.
“You!” the man blurts, eyes widened as if he’s seen the devil.
My expression slackens as I catch sight of him: tall, broad-shouldered and of a muscular build, handsome in navy blue scrubs that bring out the cobalt hue in his eyes and contrast with his ash-blonde hair. “You again,” I utter. “You’remy doctor?” It’s the guy. The guy from last night.The Winchester dude.
“Uh-huh,” he utters, not particularly happy. He’s staring at me, motionless at the doorway. For a second, I suspect he’s even afraid of me.
The guy swallows hard, recovering his composure, and then adds, “Um. So, what seems to be the problem?”
I have to admit, I’m flustered too. My mouth just went dry as a desert. “I think I sprained… something,” I manage, pointing at my bruised wrist.
He walks inside, his gaze set on me the entire time, as the corner of his mouth quirks upward. “Sure you did. You’re the kind of girl wholovestrouble, aren’t you?” he says, his voice as light as a summer breeze.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes through. How is this supposed to be amusing? I don’t get it, but I let it go since I’m desperate for some painkillers.
I begin with, “About half an hour ago, I...”
“You tripped and fell in the lobby,” he adds knowingly.
I’m stunned. “You heard about that?” I breathe as heat rises to my cheeks.
He cracks another smile, revealing a dimple in his left cheek, and I must admit it’s gorgeous. “Who hasn’t?” he says, softly lifting his brow.
This is so embarrassing. My face is burning with shame, and all I want to do is melt to the ground and disappear.
Michael stands in the middle of the room, watching me with a smoldering stare that makes me blush all over again. I have to look away. Ugh. What is wrong with me? I feel like a freaking teenager.
Say something, dammit!
“So... last night at the DeLux Café, I slipped and fell over the same arm,” I manage, salvaging some dignity. My brow glides into a frown. “I think,” I add. “I’m not sure. I was pretty wasted.”
A sickly chuckle tumbles out of my mouth before I can stop it. My stomach drops as my words hang in the air, and I wish more than anything that I could take them back.
He’s gracious enough to not comment on my story. The smile on his lips disappears, but his fierce stare lingers as he moves closer, like a lion on the hunt. “All right,” he says with sudden sternness. “Let’s have a look.”
He stops inches away from me. Then, Winchester dude gently tilts forward, and his hand reaches mine.
“N-no! It hurts!” I say, jerking my arm away.
He slightly crouches until our stares meet. Gods, his eyes are the most gorgeous blue, and his cologne is a wondrous elixir. One whiff and the pain in my arm fades… Is that even possible?
