“Where are you?”
“My apartment.”
“Where’s Killian?”
“No idea.”
“My sister’s home. We’ll be right over.”
“Thanks.”
Twenty minutes later Hunter and his sister Jill arrive with her medical bag.
“Those fingers need stitches but lucky for you I can do them here. Your palm only needs cleaned and bandaged.”
“Thank you so much for coming over. I feel so stupid.”
“I am more concerned with you feeling faint. Have you eaten today? I’d like to check your blood sugar at least.”
“I had a light lunch.”
“Hunter, get her a drink. Do you have crackers?”
I nod and she smiles at me. She resembles an older female version of Hunter with a wig on. It’s kind of creepy how much they resemble one another.
r /> Hunter gets me a Coke and some cheese crackers I bought for Killian, because he eats like a kid.
I end up with five small sutures in my three fingers of my left hand. Jill gives me some ointment and extra bandages for my hand but makes me promise I will text her or Hunter if I have any problems.
She leaves and he stays over to catch up. We’ve not really spoken all that much since Killian came home.
“What happened this time? You and Killian fight and make up more than any couple I have ever seen in my life. You’re like a freaking telenovela.”
“We are not that bad.”
Hunter snorts. “Whatever you say.” His cell buzzes, and he pulls it out of his back pocket.
“How many more weeks are you in that sling?”
“Two at least.” He makes a weird face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head.
“That wasn’t a nothing face.”
“There’s a party at the frat house.”
“Killian’s there, isn’t he?”
“I wasn’t going to tell you, but you should know I called him on the way here.”
“Why?”
“To yell at him for not being here when you need him, Liri. I watched you practically wilt away next to his bedside when he was in a coma. He should be here taking care of you.”
“Hunter…”