She nodded and bounded out of the chair and up the stairs.
“Oh, to have energy like that again.” Hadley winced as she eased onto the couch.
“What’s wrong?”
Her face blanked. “Nothing.”
I moved towards the couch. “The look on your face said otherwise.”
“I took a little tumble on my ride today. Got a few bruises and scrapes. That’s all.”
“Where?” I bit out.
“Nowhere that’s your concern.”
“Hadley…”
“Just on my back.”
I made a motion for her to stand. “Let me see.”
“No.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I am an EMT, Calder. I think I’d know if I was dying of internal bleeding.”
My back teeth ground together. “That’s not funny. And you couldn’t possibly have been able to see and treat your entire back.”
“Fine.” She pushed to her feet and turned away from me, pulling up her shirt. “There, happy?”
Not in the slightest. There were angry gashes across her back, and the skin was already turning colors. She’d be black and blue for sure. “Come upstairs with me.”
“Why?”
“Because you need bandages on some of those scrapes, and I have a first-aid kit in my bathroom.”
“Calder, it’s fine.”
I fought the urge to throw her over my shoulder. “I’m not giving you crap for going in the first place. Can you just give me this?”
“Fine.”
“I’m really starting to hate that word.”
“Why? You’re getting what you want.”
I led Hadley up the stairs and towards my bedroom. “You would try a saint’s patience.”
“Thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“Not to you, maybe.”
I pointed to the bathroom. “Get in there, would you?”
She gave me a mock salute. “Sir, yes, sir.”