“No, I think that’s part of the problem. You think I’ve been ignoring you.” He shakes his head. “You have no fucking idea how far from the truth that is.” Now I’m the one that’s confused, but it’s probably the alcohol.
“Is everything okay?” a woman asks through the door. She must be the doctor because I don’t recognize her voice.
“Can I let her in? I want her to check you over and draw some blood. She can make sure you don’t get sicker and help lessen the hangover.” It sounds like a bit of overkill, but I know it will make him happy.
I’m sure I’m going to be in so much trouble come tomorrow. What if he kicks me out? Tells me I’m too irresponsible to be around Beau anymore? I don’t think he would do that, but maybe I am being a brat. He has done so much for us, but still I want more from him.
“Will you put a shirt on first?” I ask. He glances down at his bare chest. His lips twitch, and I almost get a smile out of him.
“Then you’ll do whatever the doc asks?” I nod.
“Deal,” he agrees, walking over to his closet and grabbing a shirt, slipping it on before he lets the doctor into the room.
She’s nice, but like Drix said, she draws blood before hooking me up to an IV for fluids and some other things she says will make sure that I don’t have a hangover come the morning, as long as I get some sleep too.
My eyes grow heavy as she does her thing. I try to fight sleep, wanting to hear what she and Drix are whispering about, but it’s all too much. I barely feel her take the IV out at some point. What I do feel, though, is Drix slipping into bed and wrapping his arms around me. He holds me close through the night… or maybe that was a dream after all.