Flirting Under a Full Moon - By Ashlyn Chase Page 0,87
toward the cards. Brandee had almost forgotten she needed to draw one. Her hand shook slightly as she reached forward. How would she know which one to choose? She wasn’t psychic.
Brandee withdrew her hand and said, “I can’t. You do it, Sadie.”
Sadie raised her brows but didn’t argue. She pulled a card from the lineup and flipped it over. On it was a heart with three swords piercing it.
Brandee gasped. “Oh my…” There were no words for the fear that sliced through her at that moment.
Sadie was quick to say, “It’s not as bad as it looks. Although at this moment it may mean sorrow and pain, there’s a positive view in the end. Right now there’s upheaval, separation, disruption, and conflict. That’s the worst part. He’s probably worried about you and his not being here to reassure you.
“However, it also means the clearing of the obsolete to make way for what is to come. Establishment of something better. Had the card been upside down, an eventual defeat would be indicated. This card is telling me that, yes, he’s in trouble, but he will overcome this on his own. What you need to do is trust that. Trust him.”
Brandee covered her face with her hands. All she’d heard was that Nick was in trouble and nothing could be done about it.
Sadie placed a hand gently on her shoulder. “It’s going to be all right. You need to believe that.”
Brandee stared at Sadie. “And what if I don’t? Is that going to affect the outcome?”
Sadie paused for several moments, as if trying to choose her words carefully.
“Brandee, dear. What we believe always impacts the energy around us. Look up the law of attraction online or in the library. It may sound odd at first, but think of it this way: it’s one way you can help Nick.”
She hung on that thought. “Okay. I do want to help Nick. So are you saying that the law of attraction will tell me how to do that?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Brandee nodded. At least she could do something to help. “Thanks, Sadie. I owe you one.”
Sadie smiled. “Well, you know what I like as payment for my services.”
Brandee kissed the old woman’s cheek. “One White Russian, coming up.” She waved to Wendy to get her attention and tried to think positive thoughts.
***
Nick was in too much pain to think about finding clothes and going to the police department. He figured the hospital would be less annoyed by a naked man with a bullet in his butt. How he’d explain it would be interesting.
Getting the bullet out right away was important too. Werewolves heal rapidly. He really didn’t want to explain why he’d waited until it was healed over before he sought treatment. He could always ask the police to take his statement at the hospital.
He’d managed to locate the nearest hospital by following the signs, then he shifted outside the emergency room and walked in, covering his genitals with his big hands. Even so, the nurse behind the partition seemed startled and took off.
Great. Just great. She’s probably calling security.
Moments later she returned with a hospital gown, practically threw it at him, and said, “For Pete’s sake! Put this on.”
Nick did as he was told and fastened it in the back.
“I don’t suppose you have your insurance card on you,” she said, smirking.
“You supposed right. I don’t have insurance. I’d say I’ll pay out of pocket, but…”
She finished his thought by rolling her eyes. The woman handed him a clipboard and told him to fill it out, then have a seat in the waiting room.
“I’d rather not sit down. I’ve been shot in the hindquarters.”
“Oh! Let me get the triage nurse to take a look.”
“Aren’t you a nurse?
“No. Just an intake professional.”
“Oh. You seemed blasé enough to be a nurse.”
She snorted. “I’ve seen it all from my little window, mister. I’ll get you in as soon as you fill out the form.”
“Do you think you could hurry? This thing hurts like a mutha.”
Nick felt good about his choice to come to the hospital rather than the police department. He might have been arrested for indecent exposure there. Now he was being treated like a normal naked guy who just happened to walk in with a gunshot wound in his tush.
The triage nurse came out to take a look at his butt, then asked him to follow her before he’d had a chance to fill out the form.