Truthfully, it doesn’t hurt much at all. I’m not sure what phenomenon is responsible for the lack of pain-response, but I’ve had paper cuts that have caused more soreness. Still, she doesn’t need to know that. I look gory, and by God, I’m going to use it.
“Is there anything I can do?” she asks, but then quickly qualifies, “Anything that doesn’t involve me kissing you.”
I nod toward the clipboard holding hospital forms on the bedside table. “You could fill out all those papers for me. Lucille seemed pretty adamant that they needed to be completed before the doctor makes his way in here.”
Honestly, I tried to sweet-talk nurse Lucille into filling them out for me, but it was more than apparent she isn’t influenced by a handsome face and a kick-ass mullet.
“I’m pretty sure you should be filling out your own paperwork, Andrew.”
“Well, I would, but I’m a little busy over here with all the blood gushing from my nose…”
She huffs out an annoyed sigh but snags the clipboard off the table and sits back down in the seat she vacated to pace the room.
To my surprise, though, she doesn’t start asking me questions. Instead, she grabs her cell phone out of her purse and starts typing something in. Then she starts writing shit down on the form.
I let her continue the madness for another two minutes before I have to ask her what in the hell she’s doing.
“I thought you were going to fill out my paperwork?”
“I am,” she responds, and I quirk a brow in her direction. When she glances up at me and sees the confused expression on my face, she adds, “It’s not hard to find most of Andrew Watson’s info on Google.”
A shocked laugh escapes my throat. “You’re using Google instead of asking me?”
“I just figured it would be easier.” She shrugs. “Our conversations almost never end well.”
“Ah, I see.” I grin. “You’re afraid you might resort to violence again.”
“Oh my God!” she exclaims on a heavy sigh. “I did not mean to elbow you in the nose! It was an accident. You know it was an accident.”
“Whatever you say, Birdie.” I do know it was an accident, but I can’t keep myself from teasing her. Even though I know it has the power to unleash the very unpredictable little beast of fury inside her, I can’t seem to stop doing it.
Obviously, you’re fucking insane.
She ignores me completely and goes back to my form. But the silence only stretches out for about a minute before Google can no longer provide her answers.
“What’s your address?”
I tell her.
“Medical insurance?”
I instruct her to grab the card from my wallet.
“Phone number?”
I waggle my brows. “You trying to get my digits, Birdie?”
“No.” She rolls her eyes. “The form wants your digits.”
I rattle off my number.
“Emergency contact?”
I almost tell her to put Blake down, but then I get an idea.
A grand fucking idea.
“Birdie Harris.”
“What?” Her wide eyes meet mine. “I’m not your emergency contact.”
“But you’re the one who brought me here.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make me your freaking emergency contact.”
“Just put yourself down, Birdie. It’s no big deal.” I roll out my best acting chops and feign another groan, shutting my eyes tight and lying back on the bed with the ice pack held firmly to my face. “Ow, shit.”
I hear her huff a few times, but when I peek out of one eye, I see her pen scrolling across the paper and the name Birdie Harris being written. And then, below that, she adds my brand-new emergency contact’s phone number.
Fucking perfect. I love when an idea comes to fruition.
A few moments later, the door to my room slides open, and a man in a white coat and scrubs steps inside. “Andrew Watson?” he asks, his gray eyebrows rising up on his forehead.
“That’s me.”
“I’m Dr. Collins,” he introduces himself and shakes my hand. “So, how exactly did this injury happen?”
I tilt my head toward Birdie and solemnly shake my head. “She got mad at me.”
“Oh my God!” she chimes in hysterically. “It was an accident, Doctor. I didn’t know he was behind me, and my elbow accidentally hit him in the face.”
“Really hard,” I add. “Blood was basically pouring out everywhere.”
Birdie sighs. “It wasn’t that much blood.”
“It sure felt like a lot of blood…”
Dr. Collins follows our back-and-forth banter with confused eyes. “So…this happened because she elbowed you in the face?” he asks.
“Accidentally elbowed,” Birdie clarifies again, I glance at her hands as she