Page 67 of Invincible
He watched as Greer hobbled out of the room wearing a boot.She returned a few minutes later with a container of instant soup, crackers, and some Jell-O.Setting everything on the small rolling table, she added a soda she pulled out of her pocket.
“Go slow.”
After making sure he was comfortable and he could reach everything, she climbed up on the end of the bed between his legs.He waited for her to finish wrestling around, his eyebrows drawn together at the display of her acrobatic maneuvering.With an exhausting looking effort, she finally settled with laying her leg with the booted ankle over his thigh so it hung off the bed near his hip.
“So is your life always this exciting?”she asked without missing a beat.
“Not usually,” he said with a slow shake of his head.
Taking a tentative slurp of soup, he was impressed to find it was better than expected.It was impossible, however, to eat from a tiny table while in a hospital bed without making a mess.After some consideration, he finally spread the napkins she brought down the front of his hospital gown.He chuckled, noticing she had swiped one of the Jell-Os for herself.
“How’s the ankle?”
“It’s not broken, but the sprain is bad enough they thought I needed a boot.It’s stupid really.How am I supposed to wait tables with this thing?”
She lifted her leg to show him her foot, giving him a lovely crotch shot.He was already hard from her sitting between his legs, she needed to keep those legs closed or he couldn’t be held responsible for any resulting actions.
“I was interviewed by both the Houston cops and the feds.”
“What?”he asked, confused by her sudden change of topic.Were they talking about her legs?That didn’t sound right.“What did you say?”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t mention anything about flaming balls of fire, the container doors being she-manned off or the ghost that kept showing up.They’re still trying to figure out what happened to the flamethrower you were using.The prevailing theory is you threw it overboard to avoid getting in trouble.I hate to tell them, that’s not how a flamethrower works.They don’t shoot balls of fire.”
“Know a lot about flamethrowers?”Knox asked, wrestling with a package of crackers.He could feel the smile spread over his face just listening to her.Greer took it from his hands, tore it open and handed it back to him.
“I know enough.”She sat in silence watching him finish his food before swinging off of the bed.It afforded him one last crotch shot.
“Well, I should go.I’m supposed to be helping Dex get a drugged Tyler home.They had to repair her shoulder, but she should be good after some therapy.”
She stood by the door in thought.
“That should be worth watching.Tyler in strength therapy.They have no idea.”Pulling on the latch, she eased the heavy door open.
“Hey, Greer,” Knox said, meeting her gaze.
“You know we would never work,” she said quietly before he could say anything more.
“I just don’t want to hurt you.”He hated that they both knew there could never be anything more between them.She was young, too young for him, and too beautiful with her whole life ahead of her.He had become too set in his ways to ever hope to be loved by such a rare spirit.With a shrug, she turned back to the door.
“There was never anything between us, so why would I get hurt?See you around, ass monkey.”Without looking back, he heard her disappear down the hallway.Knox laid his head back on his pillow.Ass monkey?
The next morning, Memphis and Thayer arrived to help move Knox to the hotel suite Senator Kent had insisted on.They waited while he changed in the hospital bathroom into a pair of sleep pants and a T-shirt Memphis had brought.Looking down, he groaned at the fluffy sheep covering the pants.
“Really?”he asked, stepping out of the bathroom.Memphis smirked before pointing at Thayer.
“What?I thought they were cute.Besides, it’s not easy finding something in your size.Do you really not like them?”she asked, tearing up.
“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry.Yes, they’re great,” Knox said in horror, looking over Thayer’s head at his brother for help.
“Ha!I’m just screwing with you,” she said.
“Holy crap, she’s nuts.Are you sure you’ll survive this?”Knox asked.
“From your mouth to God’s ears,” Memphis answered.Thayer punched Memphis in the arm before settling a glare on Knox.“She’s so scary.”
They were all three laughing when the nurse entered the room with Knox’s discharge papers.He argued over the necessity of riding in a wheelchair to the front door, but quickly decided to give up when the nurse growled at him to sit down.It was very possible she could kick his ass.
“Dex and Tyler are meeting us at the room to give an update on what’s happening.I figured we could order room service,” Memphis said.
