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“Dr. Richardson.”
Doc nods. “If you want me to have your files, I can reach out to him. He’s an old friend of mine. You’ll need to fill out a form though giving me consent to them if you want to take that route.”
“I’ll sign it after you’re done, Doc. I’d rather not have any hiccups if something happens in the future.”
Once again, Doc gives me that proud look before he ties a stretchy band around Lark’s arm and a few moments later, draws a couple of vials of blood before labeling them. Then he takes a look at Lark’s face again and grabs a handful of long tubes out of a drawer.
“What are those?” I ask.
“Sealed swabs that I’ll use to take samples of each wound. Since they are only showing the normal redness you’d see after getting such a wound, I don’t think Brandy had anything on her nails, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
I grunt in agreement and Lark shifts so that she’s leaning against me and tilts her head so that Doc can get a better angle to look at her wounds. She flinches slightly with the first swab, but neither Doc nor I acknowledge it. After he’s taken samples from each of the wounds, he grabs a couple packets of alcohol wipes and disinfects each one.
“I’ll text you the results of your bloodwork and each of the samples when I get them back,” Doc says as he throws away the trash and tosses his gloves in the trash bin before he glances up at me. “Have you given her all of our numbers yet?”
I wince. “Not all of them, but she’ll have them after we deal with Brandy.”
Doc nods and goes back to his seat before he opens up a drawer and searches until he finds what he wants. “Lark, this is the consent form I mentioned if you still want me to have a copy of your records. Though, Python can do his thing and get them for me if you’d rather take that route.”
Lark captures her bottom lip between her teeth and thinks for a moment before she shakes her head. “I’ll sign the form so that there’s no risk of him getting caught doing that.”
She lets go of my hand, steps down from the bed, and walks toward Doc. He gets up, letting her have his seat while she fills out the form.
He leans against the opposite counter, his gaze going to the samples laying on the counter near Lark.
“What?” I ask.
He frowns. “There was something on her ring, but I don’t know what it was. I don’t know if it’s just everyday buildup, or something else. To be on the safe side, I recommend not consuming alcohol until we get the test results back as a precaution. If you notice any side effects, dizziness, nauseousness, the skin around the wounds getting irritated and red or if it starts to ooze, come see me immediately if you are here. If you’re in town, see if you can get in with Dr. Richardson right away, or come find me. I can also come to you if you aren’t able to drive.”
Lark’s muscles stiffen as she looks over at us and when our gazes lock, I’m sure the fire in her eyes matches mine.
“If that bitch poisoned me, there will be hell to pay. That bitch is mine.”
I bite back a growl. “Yours. She’ll pay if she was stupid enough to poison you, Darlin’. You have my word.”
She nods when she realizes I’m not just placating her and goes back to filling out the rest of the form. A few minutes later, she hands it to Doc as she stands.
“Is there anything you need to know right away?”
“Do you have any allergies?”
“Penicillin.”
“Blood type?”
“O negative.”
Doc’s eyebrows rise and I stiffen, knowing what he’s going to ask next. None of us in the club have an O negative blood type.
“Lark,” he starts, his voice softer than before. “If there’s an emergency…” his voice trails off as he clears his throat.
“Yes,” Lark replies before he can finish.
Both of our gazes snap to each other before going back to her.
“Are you sure, Lark?”
She turns and walks toward me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “As I said before when we were standing outside your house, this is my family. If someone’s lost enough blood to put them at risk, I will jump in and give them blood.” She hesitates and then continues. “I hope they didn’t overstep, but a few of the guys gave me Levi’s number and we’ve been chatting for the last few weeks. I know you guys try to take care of each other as much as possible rather than going to a hospital, unless it’s absolutely necessary that is, and I get why you guys prefer that.” She pauses again as she continues to stare at me, almost as if she’s making sure I’m paying attention. “If me donating blood keeps someone out of the hospital, I’ll do it in a heartbeat and I’ll donate as much as is safely possible. Now, is that something you’re going to be okay with? I know how protective you are, so if there’s going to be a problem, I’d rather know about it now.”
