Page 7 of Holiday on the Rocks
An ice pick to my chest. “It was a long time ago.”
“Fuck you.”
She faced the wall as I took a chair. The room was too quiet. The annoying tick of a clock above my head filled the space where the air was too heavy. My eyes stuck to Allie rolled on her side, and I couldn’t help but notice she still had the perfect tush. What was she thinking?
“OMG Levi, do you have to breathe so freaking loud?”
Question answered.
The door opened and a female doctor entered. She was tall with dark hair piled on top of her head in a bun.
“Hello, I’m Dr. DeWater.”
Allie sat up and flashed a little smile. “I’m Allie.”
The doctor looked over at me and smiled. “And you are?”
Allie huffed. “Ignore him. He’s nobody.”
The doctor’s brows popped up. “Okay. Well, I’m going to take a peek.” She looked at Allie’s head. “This is a good gouge you have here. We’ll do some stitches and get you some pain reliever. On a positive note, since the laceration is on your hairline the scarring will be minimal. I’m going to take care of this first and then I’ll do a little exam.”
Allie nodded and looked down and the doctor touched her arm. “It’s okay. I’m going to numb you up and get this fixed.”
The nurse returned and they had everything ready. I stood and walked to Allie who was visibly shaking.
“Okay, we’re going to get started now.”
She nodded as a tear escaped. “I’m sorry. I just, I hate hospitals and doctors.” She flashed a little grin as she wiped her eyes. “Except for you, you seem super cool.”
The doctor patted her on the shoulder. “It’s okay to be scared. Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
I held my hand out and without looking she grabbed and squeezed tightly while they administered a local, then started stitching her up. I never wanted to move again.
I looked at her small hand on mine. The pale pink polish on her nails and the finger that had no ring on it. Thank God.
As soon as they finished she swatted my hand away. After an exam she was given some medication to take with her for her mild concussion.
We stood by the hospital ER door. “I’ll take an Uber to where I’m staying.”
“No, I’ll drive you, come on. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the little voice in my head screaming what a load of crap.”
“You have a concussion, and I’m just trying to get you where you’re going. I’m attempting to help.”
She huffed. “I’m pretty sure you being in Colorado caused this whole thing.”
“So I did this?”
“Probably, somehow. I don’t know, just shut up.”
“Your attitude sucks. I think certain people should use a glue stick instead of Chapstick right about now.”
She spoke through gritted teeth. “You are so annoying.”
I leaned down and she jumped. “I’m driving you where you’re going. No option.”
We got into my vehicle, and I could only stare at her profile as those auburn curls fell over her shoulder. God she was even more beautiful. The visions of the last time we were in a car together. Hands everywhere, her clothes on the floor, and the desperate kisses. I can’t wait to be yours, Levi.
