Page 11 of Entangled By You
His full lips tuck in as he shakes his head, helping me stand with what pitiful strength I still have, before confirming my worst nightmare.
“You’ve definitely never looked worse.”
“I hate you.”
“This is taking forever. Just take me back home so I can crawl into bed and die amongst the comfort of my own things.” I groan and peek an eye open at my unexpected white knight.
“Stop being so damn dramatic,” he quips back.
And there’s the man I know.
“Oh my God, Lexi, there you are!” My best friend rushes me, her hands gripping the sides of my face, as she looks me over.
“Not you too,” I whine, and she steps back, my brother hovering at her side.
“Yes, me too! I can’t believe you didn’t call me. You look like a zombie.”
If it wouldn’t hurt my head, I’d roll my eyes at her, but the pounding only intensified when we walked into the urgent care clinic. The fluorescent light bulbs, strong chemical cleaner scents, and incessant screams of someone’s baby brought me to the brink of stepping out that door and taking my chances against dehydration.
“I’m fine. I just have food poisoning or maybe the flu.”
The lady across the narrow aisle gives me a dirty look, like this place isn’t littered with germs on every possible surface. As if on queue, a small child runs past and sneezes without covering it in his elbow.
“You are obviously not fine. Pierce said he found you basically unconscious on the bathroom floor.”
“Now who’s being dramatic?” I shoot his way. “You can go now,” I inform him. “Harlow will stay with me.”
He nods and lifts his strong body from the chair next to mine, before leaving without another word or look my way.
Harlow slides in next to me, while Silas follows Pierce out. Her eyebrows raise so high they almost hit her hairline.
“Want to tell me what that was about?”
“What is it always about with him? He’s everywhere these days, Lo. It’s killing me.”
“You could always tell him, you know?”
“Ms. Kane.”
Harlow and I both whip our heads to the young girl standing with a clipboard tight in her hands, before we burst into laughter.
“I’m still not used to that.”
“You and me both. Want me to come back with you?”
“No, it’s fine. Hopefully, they don’t take too long.” Pushing my weak body from the chair, I catch my best friend’s eye. “Thanks for coming.”
“Always.”
I follow the nurse back to another room and wait for what feels like just as long for the doctor to come in and only ask me the standard questions you get asked every time you go to the doctors before he disappears again for another thirty minutes.
I’m close to dozing off when the door opens again and Pierce slips inside.
“Dear God, you’re like a fucking STD I can’t get rid of.”
He doesn’t take the bait, only takes one look at me, and walks back out into the hall.
“Where is the doctor?” he barks at someone I can’t see.
