Page 80 of Courting Danger

For a moment, he was tempted to tell Roan to hold off on making the call until the docs had finished treating him, but Pope would have both of their heads. Danger for telling him to do it, and Roan for listening to an order that went directly against Pope’s directive that no secrets be kept when it came to one of them getting hurt. In the end, he decided not to put either of them in that position, if only to avoid whatever creative punishment Pope would mete out once Danger had healed.

At least when he closed his eyes again, no one prompted him to open them. He was beyond exhausted, and that goddamn siren had revved his headache up from a solid ten to twenty-seven.

“Fucking hate hospitals,” Danger groaned as the ambulance slowed, siren going silent as they pulled up to the emergency room.

“I don’t think anyone is fond of them except the people who work here,” Roan replied.

“And even that has its moments. There are times when I’d rather be anywhere but here,” the EMT replied. “Especially on the weekend of a full moon when the level of impressively bad ideas goes from outrageous to completely ludicrous.”

“Hope you all intend to let me out of here before that,” Danger grumbled, having had all the excitement he could handle for a while.

“That’s for the doctors to decide,” the EMT informed him as the back doors were opened, and he soon found himself moving once again as they lifted the gurney from the back of the ambulance and wheeled him inside.

The last sight he saw before the doors closed was Roan, standing on the other side of the glass, pulling his vape from his pocket, Danger’s phone still clutched in his hand. If they’d been any slower about moving him, maybe he could have had a puff or two before the gods be damned doctors stitched him up.

Which was when it dawned on him what stitches in his head were going to mean, and he snarled a curse, knowing they were going to fuck up his hair.

Now he understood exactly what folks meant when they saidno good deed goes unpunished.