Page 11 of Revived
“I’m sorry that I get so nervous. I’ll try to do better. How was the gym?”
“It was good. I almost have my vault down. I just have to start landing it…” I let my voice trail off and he chuckles while putting away the testing supplies.
“Yeah, that might be important. What’s your training look like tomorrow?” His voice is so deep and gravelly that it sends shivers down my spine in the best way.
“It’s a slow day. I’ll go on a run and strength train. I also have an appointment with Jill at two. Why? What do you have going on?”
He turns back to me and gives me that face. The one where his eyes get impossibly big and his lip juts out so slightly you can barely tell. He wants something from me, and I can almost guarantee I know what it is. “I have to go to Flynn’s game with my brothers tomorrow night. Please, Boo thang. Don’t make me do this alone.” He steps between my legs and rests his hands on my hips. He’s looking at me like I hold the answers to all life's problems. This is what sucks about us. It’s palpable how in love we are with each other, but where we come from just keeps us apart.
“Fine, I’ll go. But only if you do my shot for me tonightandtomorrow morning.”
“I’ll even do it before dinner and after the game tomorrow.” He smirks in victory.
“Now, wait a second. You said nothing about dinner, Sullivan.” He’s such a brat.
“For me? Please?”
“Fine, but you’re on shot duty for the next twenty-four hours. “I smack a quick kiss on his cheek. “Shot’s in my bag.”
“I don’t need your bag insulin, I have my own setup and you know that.” He says smugly.
I hate giving myself my insulin shots with a passion. No matter if I make it to the Olympics this year or not, this is my last trials. Which means I can get an insulin pump as early and as late as September. There’s no rules saying I couldn't have had one all this time, it’s just been easier to do the shots for now. However, seeing as I’m so close to the end, I’m over all the shots. I’ll still have to do some of them, but not nearly as much.
I watch Sully take out a vial of my insulin from the mini fridge in his office. His back is to me, but I know that he’s carefully taking out a new syringe before cleaning the stopper and inserting the needle inthe vial. He’ll tip over the vial and pull the plunger until the correct dose is in the syringe. I hear him open and shut the mini fridge again as he puts the vial away and turns back to me.
As soon as he’s in front of me again, a knock on his door causes me to jump. I hate injections, so I’m a little more jumpy than usual. I mean I do them by myself all of the time. I still hate them though. The next second the rookie pops his head in. The whole time Sully’s eyes stay on me. He cleans the area and doesn’t slow as he carefully pinches the skin on the back of my arm, and at a forty five degree angle, inserts the needle into my skin. He slowly inserts the medicine and waits for five seconds before he pulls out.
“What do you need, Rook? I’m in the middle of something.” He grumbles as he turns quickly to put the needle in the sharps container that he keeps in here.
“Uh– it’s nothing really. Ward just told me to come tell you it’s frowned upon to bang your girlfriend while on shift…” His voice is barely above a whisper, and I have to fight hard not to laugh. These guys give each other shit all of the time, so it doesn’t bother me.
Clearly, Sully doesn’t share that same thought because in the next moment he has Rook pinned against the glass door with his forearm pressed into his neck.
“If you ever speak about her like that again, I will make sure no one finds your body. Do I make myself clear, rookie?” He practically spits out the last word in disdain sounding every bit of the mafioso he was raised to be.
“Sully, stop. It’s late, can you walk me to my car?”
The poor guy who’s only eighteen looks like he’s about to piss himself. I don’t think Sully’s going to listen to me at first, but eventually he backs away from the new guy.
He grumbles but lets him go and follows me out of his office. I wink at Elijah when I walk by and give him a reassuring smile. They call him Rook or Rookie because he’s new to the station, but the poor guy's name is Elijah. And he’s barely old enough to vote. Sully’s just a caveman, and the habits of how he grew up take over sometimes. The new guy did nothing wrong. The guys were just trying to joke on Sullivan and set Elijah up.
Poor guy has no idea what kind of bear he just poked.
Sully links our fingers and leads me out the side entrance of the firehouse so we don’t have to walk past his buddies.
“Hey, so you need to go smooth that over. You can’t just pin your subordinates by their throats for making a lame joke because it got under your skin. You’ll lose your job.”
He smiles while opening my car door for me. “Worried about me, Elena?”
“In your dreams, Sullivan. I just don’t want you to be jobless. Then that gives you even more time to stalk my Dexcom numbers. It’s cute for right now, but it can turn into full stalker shit real quick if you aren’t careful.”
He laughs loudly while I get behind the wheel. “You’re a jerk. I don’t stalk your numbers. I just want to make sure my best friend is okay, so sue me.”
I put my seatbelt on while he props his arm on top of the door and watches me.
“Would you stalk Knox’s numbers like this? Perhaps Dominic’s?” I tease.
He shakes his head, suddenly turning serious.
