He grabbed onto her arm once more. “Shit, sorry. Again-”
“I’m fine-honest.”
Her bag changed hands in a messy scramble, going from someone who was in a rush to someone who was flustered.
“You got it?” he said, ready to start begging the Scribe Virgin to get outside.
“Ah, yes, but…” Her tone shifted from reverent to medical. “You’re bleeding, my lord.”
He ignored the comment and took his hand away from her experimentally. Relieved that she stood steady on her feet, he bade her good night and farewell in the Old Language.
“My lord, shouldn’t you see-”
“Sorry I plowed into you,” he called out over his shoulder.
He punched open the last door and sagged as the fresh air seeped into him. Deep breaths cleared his head, and he allowed himself to lean back against the aluminum siding of the clinic.
As the headache started up behind his eyes again, he popped his wraparounds up off his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Right. Next stop…the addy that had been listed on the lesser’s fake ID.
He had a jar to collect.
Dropping the glasses back into place, he straightened and-
“Not so fast, my lord,” V said, materializing smack in front of him. “We’ve got to talk, you and me.”
Wrath bared his fangs. “Not in a conversating kind of mood, V.”
“Tough. Shit.”
FIVE
Ehlena watched the king of the species turn away and nearly break the door in half on his way out.
Man, he was big and scary-looking. And nearly getting mowed down by him put the final frazzle candle on the drama cake.
Smoothing her hair and dragging her shoulder bag up into place, she started down the stairs after passing the interior checkpoint. She was only an hour late to work because-miracle of miracles-her father’s nurse had been free and able to come early. Thank the Virgin Scribe for Lusie.
As bad attacks went, her father’s hadn’t been as horrible as it could have been, and she had a feeling it was because he’d downed the meds right before it hit. Before the pills, the worst of his spells had lasted all night long, so in one sense, tonight had been a sign of progress.
Still broke her damn heart, though.
As she came up to the final camera, Ehlena felt the weight of her bag grow heavier. She’d been prepared to cancel her date and leave the change of clothes at home, but Lusie had talked her out of it. The question the other nurse had asked struck deep: When was the last time you were out of this house for anything except work?
Ehlena hadn’t answered because she was private by nature…and drawing a complete blank.
Which was Lusie’s point, wasn’t it. Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their role. God knew Ehlena told this to the family members of her chronically sick patients all the time, and the advice was both sound and practical.
At least when she gave it to others. Turned on herself, it felt selfish.
So…she was waffling on the date. With her shift ending close to dawn, it wasn’t as if she had time to go home and check on her father first. As it was, she and the male who’d asked her out would be lucky to get even an hour of chatting at the all-night diner before encroaching sunlight put an end to things.
And yet she had been looking forward to going out with a desperation that made her feel guilty as hell.
God…how typical. Conscience pulling her one way, loneliness another.
In the reception area, she beelined for the nursing supervisor, who was at the front desk computer. “I’m so sorry I’m-”
Catya stopped what she was doing and reached out a hand. “How is he?”
For a split second, Ehlena could only blink. She hated that everyone at work knew about her father’s problems and that a few had even seen him at his worst.
Though the illness had stripped him of his pride, she still had some on his behalf.
She did a quick pat on her boss’s hand and stepped out of range. “Thanks for asking. He’s calmed down and his nurse is with him now. Fortunately, I’d just given him his meds.”
“Do you need a minute?”
“Nope. Where are we?”
Catya’s smile was more grimace than grin, as if she were biting her tongue. Again. “You don’t have to be this strong.”
“Yes. I do.” Ehlena looked around and kept her wince to herself. More of the staff were coming at her from down the hallway, a ten-strong posse riding shotgun on a truckload of concerned purpose. “Where do you need me?”
She had to get free of-No luck.
Soon all but the OR nurses who were busy with Havers had formed a circle around her, and Ehlena’s throat closed up as her colleagues threw out a chorus of how-are-yous. God, she was as claustrophobic as a pregnant female stuck in a hot elevator.
“I’m fine, everyone, thanks-”
The last of the staff came over. After expressing her sympathy, the female shook her head. “I don’t mean to bring up work…”
“Please do,” Ehlena blurted.
The nurse smiled with respect, like she was impressed by Ehlena’s fortitude. “Well…he’s back in an exam room. Should I get out a quarter?”
Everybody groaned. There was only one he out of the legions of male patients they treated, and coin bingo was typically how the staff decided who had to deal with him. Farthest from the date lost.
Generally speaking, all of the nurses kept a professional distance from their patients, because you had to, or you’d burn out. With him, though, the staff stayed separate for reasons other than job-related ones. Most of the females got nervous around him-even the toughest ones.
Ehlena? Not so much. Yes, the guy had some Godfather in him, those black pin-striped suits and his cropped mohawk and his amethyst eyes throwing off a don’t-f-with-me-if-you-want-to-keep-breathing vibe. And it was true, when you were shut into an exam room with him, there was the impulse to keep your eye on the exit in case you needed to use it. And there were those tattoos on his chest…and the fact that he kept his cane with him as if it were not just an aid for walking, but a weapon. And…
Okay, so the guy made Ehlena nervous, too.
And yet she cut through an argument over who got to have the year 1977. “I’ll do it. It’ll make up for my being late.”
“Are you sure?” someone asked. “Seems like you’ve already paid your dues tonight.”
“Just let me get some coffee. What room?”
“I parked him in three,” the nurse said.
Amid a cheer of, “Attagirl,” Ehlena went to the staff room, put her things in her locker, and poured herself a mug of hot, steaming perk-your-ass-up. The coffee was strong enough to be considered an accelerant and did the job nicely, wiping her mental slate clean.
Well, mostly clean.
As she sipped, she stared at the banks of buff-colored lockers and the pairs of street shoes tucked here and there and the winter coats hanging on pegs. In the luncheon area, folks had their favorite mugs on the counter and the snacks they liked on the shelves, and sitting on the round table there was a bowl full of…what was it tonight? Little packs of Skittles. Above the table was a bulletin board covered with flyers for events and coupons and stupid comic-strip jokes and pictures of hot guys. The shift roster was next to it, the whiteboard marked with a grid of the next two weeks that was filled in with names in different colors.
It was the detritus of normal life, none of which seemed significant in the slightest until you thought about all
