“Seriously though, you need to stay awake. You may
have a concussion.”
“I suppose you would know, huh?”
“Actually yes, but I’m speaking
more from a professional stand point.”
“There is no way you’re a doctor,”
Lark frowned, turning to stare at him.
“Paramedic.”
“Really?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” Devon
pulled onto the freeway, eyes glued on the rearview mirror.
Devon felt her watching him, and
glanced at her from the side. She sighed and looked away seeming more relaxed. The
talking helped, and he needed to make sure she stayed coherent.
“At first it was a way to take care
of myself after my mishaps, but it became much more than that. I enjoyed it. The
rush of saving someone’s life, it’s a feeling you can’t possibly imagine.”
“Will you pursue that line of work
here?” Lark asked.
“Not at the moment, maybe once all
this settles down.”
“Right.” Lark rolled her eyes with
a sigh.
“My first priority is taking care
of my family and pack. In case you didn’t notice, my stepfather is a little
upset about us leaving.”
“Is that who those guys were, from
his pack?” Lark asked quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears.
“Yes, I don’t know why he came
after you. We usually try not to involve humans as our existence is supposed to
be a secret.” Anguish filled him again at Emmett lashing out at Lark. “You’re
safe, I, I mean we, won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Thank you.” Lark turned back to
him.
Devon shifted his eyes to her. “You’re
welcome.”
***
Lark felt a sense of déjà vu as she
lay on the icy metal exam table. Only the roles were reversed. This time, she
was the patient and Devon was tending to her.
“This is going to sting,” Devon
said, holding a cotton ball in his hand.
Lark closed her eyes tightly and
bit her lip, flinching as heat seared the injured flesh. She’d have to remember
not to do that until the swelling went down. Her lip was puffy and felt ten
times its normal size.
A cool burning sensation cleared
her senses as she gripped the edges of the table. Lark inhaled sharply to keep
from crying out. Tears pricked her eyes and she fought the urge to pull away.
“It doesn’t look too bad, I’m going
to put a few stitches in it though.” Devon’s hand rested on her shoulder. “You
okay?”
“I can handle other people’s blood,
but my own makes me squeamish. I’m that girl that passes out when she gives
blood.”
“You’re not going to pass out or throw
up on me, are you?” There was a concerned, but joking edge to his voice.
“No.” At least Lark really hoped
not, if that happened she would die of embarrassment.
“I’m going to give you a shot to
help with the stitches.”
Even though her eyes were closed tightly,
the overhead light was bright, and Lark could partially see his movements
through eyelids. A part of her wondered how close he was to her face. It
shouldn’t matter, but it did. The thought of his lips so close to hers made her
squirm. A part of her wondered how his full lips would feel pressed against
hers.
She squeezed the metal sides of the
cot harder, her whole body clenched as she felt the pinch of the needle.
“You can breathe now,” Devon said
after a long moment.
Lark let out a whoosh of air, her
body still wired. She hated this. She couldn’t determine what was worse. Devon
playing doctor, or being alone in the room with him. While on the one side it
was nice nobody else got to see her be a wimp, why did it have to be him?
She tried to ignore the warmth of
his callused fingers when they gently stroked her skin. This was work for him. He
was simply putting her back together, while she was getting turned on.
“Let me know if it hurts.” Devon’s
gentle fingers brushed against her forehead.
Lark stiffened again her body
ridged. She felt a gentle tug and pull, but no pain. Slowly she released the
death grip she had on the edges of the bed.
“I never liked getting
have a concussion.”
“I suppose you would know, huh?”
“Actually yes, but I’m speaking
more from a professional stand point.”
“There is no way you’re a doctor,”
Lark frowned, turning to stare at him.
“Paramedic.”
“Really?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” Devon
pulled onto the freeway, eyes glued on the rearview mirror.
Devon felt her watching him, and
glanced at her from the side. She sighed and looked away seeming more relaxed. The
talking helped, and he needed to make sure she stayed coherent.
“At first it was a way to take care
of myself after my mishaps, but it became much more than that. I enjoyed it. The
rush of saving someone’s life, it’s a feeling you can’t possibly imagine.”
“Will you pursue that line of work
here?” Lark asked.
“Not at the moment, maybe once all
this settles down.”
“Right.” Lark rolled her eyes with
a sigh.
“My first priority is taking care
of my family and pack. In case you didn’t notice, my stepfather is a little
upset about us leaving.”
“Is that who those guys were, from
his pack?” Lark asked quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears.
“Yes, I don’t know why he came
after you. We usually try not to involve humans as our existence is supposed to
be a secret.” Anguish filled him again at Emmett lashing out at Lark. “You’re
safe, I, I mean we, won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Thank you.” Lark turned back to
him.
Devon shifted his eyes to her. “You’re
welcome.”
***
Lark felt a sense of déjà vu as she
lay on the icy metal exam table. Only the roles were reversed. This time, she
was the patient and Devon was tending to her.
“This is going to sting,” Devon
said, holding a cotton ball in his hand.
Lark closed her eyes tightly and
bit her lip, flinching as heat seared the injured flesh. She’d have to remember
not to do that until the swelling went down. Her lip was puffy and felt ten
times its normal size.
A cool burning sensation cleared
her senses as she gripped the edges of the table. Lark inhaled sharply to keep
from crying out. Tears pricked her eyes and she fought the urge to pull away.
“It doesn’t look too bad, I’m going
to put a few stitches in it though.” Devon’s hand rested on her shoulder. “You
okay?”
“I can handle other people’s blood,
but my own makes me squeamish. I’m that girl that passes out when she gives
blood.”
“You’re not going to pass out or throw
up on me, are you?” There was a concerned, but joking edge to his voice.
“No.” At least Lark really hoped
not, if that happened she would die of embarrassment.
“I’m going to give you a shot to
help with the stitches.”
Even though her eyes were closed tightly,
the overhead light was bright, and Lark could partially see his movements
through eyelids. A part of her wondered how close he was to her face. It
shouldn’t matter, but it did. The thought of his lips so close to hers made her
squirm. A part of her wondered how his full lips would feel pressed against
hers.
She squeezed the metal sides of the
cot harder, her whole body clenched as she felt the pinch of the needle.
“You can breathe now,” Devon said
after a long moment.
Lark let out a whoosh of air, her
body still wired. She hated this. She couldn’t determine what was worse. Devon
playing doctor, or being alone in the room with him. While on the one side it
was nice nobody else got to see her be a wimp, why did it have to be him?
She tried to ignore the warmth of
his callused fingers when they gently stroked her skin. This was work for him. He
was simply putting her back together, while she was getting turned on.
“Let me know if it hurts.” Devon’s
gentle fingers brushed against her forehead.
Lark stiffened again her body
ridged. She felt a gentle tug and pull, but no pain. Slowly she released the
death grip she had on the edges of the bed.
“I never liked getting
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