He was a good guy.
“Which evidently you’re not going to expound on.” It was strange seeing Sarah outside of the bar. I rarely did—totally not by choice, though—I would have loved seeing her plenty of ways outside of work. Primarily in my bed—if my apartment wasn’t so shitty and if I wasableto date her.
No reason to bring any chick into my shitstorm life, let alone someone like Sarah. She’d never understand my…life choices.
I mentally laughed at that phrase. Bill applauded me for them, but well, he was the only one who knew, and he was all about the being responsible. I’d considered telling Hunter once or twice—and might now that he was all up in the mature and married category. He could help me out sometimes with rides, since I didn’t have a car.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“As soon as I get out of here I will be.” Hunter was down to one minute, then I was pulling these things out. I couldn’t afford a hospital stay. This trip to the ER was already going to be another chink against my credit when I didn’t pay it.
“Head wound, dork. They won’t let you out.”
“They can’t stop me. Might be AMA, but I’ll walk.”
“You’re just being difficult. Stay. You need to—”
“I’m fine.” I pushed the covers down. Hunter’s time was up.
Sarah lurched toward me. “Stop! What—”
“Snag my jeans off the chair.” I reached for the needle wedged into my vein.One. Two—
“Drey!” Hunter’s voice boomed into the small, sterile room, just as my bare feet hit the cold tile floor. “Hold up.”
“Hey!” A lanky nurse lurched forward, her eyes wide and her fingers reaching for my hand. “Don’t.”
“Get this out of me, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Drey. Come on, man. You have a concussion,” Hunter said, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re staying.”
“I’m not, actually. Take it out, or I will.” Each minute was costing me about five thousand dollars in this place. Not really, but it felt like that to me, considering I was broke despite already working two jobs.
The nurse did what I’d said, evidently seeing the resolve in my eyes. Or maybe she saw the anger and she was scared. She rattled on about against medical advice, but I tuned her out. Instead I studied Sarah.
She was a surprising creature showing up like this. It actually looked like she was concerned for me. She must still be drunk. She’d never paid much attention to me other than a fleeting glance as she scanned the room for her next bedpost notch.
God, I hated that she was with so many guys. She was worth so much more than that, but I could tell she didn’t think so.
“Here.” She tossed me my jeans. “It’s your funeral.”
“Drey. You’re being an ass,” Hunter grumbled. “You can’t be alone tonight. You—”
“I’ll be fine.” I had a timer. I’d set an alarm or something. I’d been on my own for…well ever, I could manage this.
I shoved my foot into my pants leg and stood. Sarah averted her gaze to the window and brought her finger to her mouth.Interesting. Didn’t peg her for a shy person with how much she flaunted her body.
Yeah, there was more to her, wasn’t there? I’d known her about a year when she first came to the club, but now that I thought about it, I didn’t know much about her.
“I’ll stay with you,” Hunter said.
“You’re not babysitting me. Go home.” I slid my shirt over my head and faced the nurse. “What do I need to sign?”
“You need to listen to me,” Hunter barked.
Anyone in their right mind would do whatever this huge guy suggested, but right now, my head hurt, my shoulder throbbed, and I really wanted to get to my own place.
As shitty as it was, it was mine. And it was comfortable. And this month was paid for. Wasn’t sure about next month, but I’d worry about that later.