She held up both hands. “I’m an EMT, but it doesn’t hurt to have a doctor look you over.”
“I’m going to have a shiner, that’s all.”
Beckett moved towards the gurney I sat on. “Let me be the judge of that.”
I reluctantly pulled the ice pack away. “See?”
Beck winced. “That’s gotta hurt. Hope you gave him a little payback.”
“His balls should be black and blue for a while.”
He grinned. “That’s my girl.” The humor fled his face as he studied my cheek. “I need to make sure nothing’s broken. It’s not going to feel great.”
“Just get it over with.”
Beckett gently probed my cheek. I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers moved around my eye. “How bad, on a scale from one to ten?”
“Six?”
“That means eight, at least,” Hayes cut in.
“It does not,” I shot back.
Calder strode towards us, holding up my phone. “Found this. Screen’s not even shattered.”
That was a miracle. The device had gone flying when I fell.
“Thanks.”
“I, uh, answered it because Ramsey was calling.”
My muscles locked. “What did you say?”
“He wasn’t exactly happy that some guy he didn’t know was answering your phone, so I had to explain that you’d been attacked—”
“Seriously, Calder?”
His brows rose. “I’m pretty sure that’s accurate information.”
But it was the last thing Ramsey needed to hear after everything we’d been through the last few days.
“I think he’s headed here now,” Calder finished sheepishly.
I tried to sit up on the gurney, but Beck pushed me back down.
“Lay still. I’m not done.”
“If I broke something, I’d know.”
He pulled a penlight from his medical bag. “I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion or signs of a brain bleed.”
“You’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
Beckett leveled me with a stare. “It’s either this or I call Mom.”
My mouth dropped open. “You wouldn’t.”
He shrugged. “Try me.”