the man beside me to make sure he was still hung up on his phone. “No, I’m not working late.” Unfortunately.
But Zac beat me to speaking before I had the chance to explain. “You goin’ out tonight or… got, uh, a date or somethin’ you’re standin’ me up for?”
I straight-up snorted into the phone and glanced to my right once more to make sure he wasn’t paying attention. “Pssh. I’d never stand you up for some guy. I’m at urgent care—”
“Where?” he asked.
“Urgent care—”
There was a sound in the background a split second before his voice went soft but sharp. “You’re at the hospital?”
“I’m okay,” I tried to rush out, glancing at my phone to make sure the person snarling at me over the line was really Zac. It was. “I fell at work and cut my elbow—”
There were some noises in the background, and I was pretty sure I heard someone say his name before he basically demanded in one long breath, “You all right? Did it just happen?”
“About an hour ago? We just got here. I’m in the waiting room. I’m not going to bleed out or anything but it hurts.”
There were more sounds in the background, a few whispers before Zac asked, “Which one?”
“I just need a few stitches maybe.”
He blew out a breath that filled the line, and his voice was steadier during his next question. “Bianca. Where you at?” I’d swear I could hear him moving. Walking. Something.
“You really don’t need to—”
He didn’t let me finish. “I really do. What urgent care are you at?” Before I could get another word out, he added, “I’m comin’. You better not even start with your nonsense again either.”
I sighed, holding my throbbing elbow a little tighter to my stomach. I rattled off the name of the urgent care clinic that Gunner had driven me to, and that was when my boss finally turned to look at me instead of his phone for the first time since we’d gotten here. He’d had the nerve to roll his eyes when I busted my ass in front of him, and Deepa had screamed for someone to call an ambulance.
There was no ambulance. He’d driven me himself. After he’d reminded everyone that he’d had much worse happen when he used to fight. Asshole.
“Be there in no time,” Zac told me. “Let me know if they take you to the back so I know where you’re at, all right?”
He was coming. God, he really was the best. “Okay, I will, but if you can’t come, I promise I’ll be fine. I just didn’t want you to wait around to eat with me.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” my friend said before ending the call without a goodbye.
I sighed and set my phone down on my thigh, staring at the black screen.
“Boyfriend?” came Gunner’s question out of nowhere.
I slid up a little straighter in the barely cushioned chair of the waiting room of the urgent care facility he’d driven us to. “No, my friend. He’s on his way if you’d like to leave. He should be here in a little bit.”
And actually, I really would prefer for him to leave. I had asked if Deepa could just drive me instead of him, but he’d said someone had to stay and work the juice bar since we were going to have to leave the front desk empty, so no, Deepa couldn’t drive me. This man needed Jesus. And maybe an exorcism.
And apparently, he was going to ignore my request again. “I’ll wait,” Gunner said, sounding like he would rather be just about anywhere else.
He was doing this to spite me.
“It’s all right though. I know it was an accident. I can give you the bill when I get it. I’m sure they won’t give it to me tonight,” I told the man who I did actually hold responsible for all this shit.
All because he hadn’t listened.
And he knew damn well it was his fault too.
“No, I’ll wait,” Gunner repeated himself, sounding annoyed. Like I wanted to be here. Like I’d wanted to slice my elbow open.
Like I’d wanted any of the shit that had happened today to happen.
I just wanted to crawl back into bed and start the whole day over again.
It had started with a phone call from Deepa while I’d been getting dressed to go into work for a few hours. Her mom was sick, she had stage three breast cancer, and she was going to go back home to