“I don’t have insurance, but you’re a doctor. Don’t I have to pay you?”
She stared at me for a long moment, and then she said, “They didn’t tell you, did they? There’s really no charge here if you’re not insured.”
“I don’t need charity. I can pay.”
“Fine. That’ll be five dollars.” She held out her right hand, palm up. I noticed pink, fleshy scars marring her fingers. They looked recent. I didn’t ask.
I pulled a five-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to her.
“We’re good?” I asked.
“We’re good. Remember, I don’t want you driving. I’m sure Slash can take you home if you’re okay with that.”
“I guess that makes the most sense.” I sighed. “This is not how I thought my night was going to go.”
“No?”
“I just wanted to have a drink and forget about things for a while,” I said.
There was a quick knock on the door, followed by Slash opening it.
“I don’t recommend drinking,” Doc said.
“She won’t be drinking,” Slash commented.
I raised my brows. “I won’t?”
“No.”
“And how do you plan on stopping me?” I sassed.
The scar on his forehead made him look like a pirate. And in the bright lights of the exam room, I could finally make out the color of his eyes.
Hazel.
And at that moment, they seemed warm with amusement.
Be still my burning loins.
“I’m driving you home,” Slash said.
“No, you’re not.”
“How else are you going to get home?”
“Uber.”
“And leave your car here?”
“I’ll come back for it in the morning.” I raised my chin in defiance.
“You really want to play this game with me?”
“I think so, yeah.”
“You’ll lose.”
“Try me.”