“Will you stop pacing,” Luna snapped as she walked into the room with a cup full of ice chips for Lottie. “You’re not going to make things go faster doing it, so settle down.”
Running my hands through my hair in frustration, I looked down at Lottie and frowned when I saw her looking up at me in amusement. “What did I do?”
“Don’t use your voice,” Luna warned her, repeating what the doctor had advised before he left to go to Disney World, where apparently Charlotte’s x-rays were. I mean, it wasn’t like they were still in the building because it wouldn’t have taken him ten fucking hours to look at them if they were.
Looking even more amused at my tiny best friend trying to be strict, she pointed at my crotch. Nice! When I just raised an eyebrow, she pointed again and then quickly looked down and back up.
“Baby, I’ve got brothers who are big old assholes. If you think they didn’t pull this trick on me when I was a kid, you’re wrong.”
Rolling her eyes, she just shrugged and then stared at my crotch instead. Ok, that was a new one. Thankfully, in all of my years of sibling torture, I can hand on heart say that none of my brothers had stared at my dick as a joke, and it was really unsettling.
“Oh, for shit’s sake, Levi. Your fly’s undone,” Luna sighed, shaking her head. “I noticed it when I came in, but seeing as how I don’t wanna see your junk, I ignored it and made sure I didn’t look down. Poor Charlotte here does want to see your junk,” she told me, and I watched as Lottie turned bright red, “so she noticed it, but decided to be nice and tell you about it.”
Looking down I noticed that it was true, my fly was undone and that the jockey shorts with Dude written across them in neon yellow were very visible. Then again, they were a joke present last Christmas and actually glowed in the dark, so they were visible no matter what, but still.
Before I could do them up, Noah poked his head through the door. “Dude,” he muttered and shook his head. “Any news from the doctors yet?”
Smiling at him, Luna shook the cup at Charlotte to see if she wanted another chip, and then put it down on the table beside her when she shook her head. “Not yet, but it shouldn’t be long now,” she told him. Turning back to Lottie, she asked, “Have the painkillers helped?”
Here’s how badly the fucker had squeezed her neck – she couldn’t swallow pills, so they’d given her the option of an injection, a different medication in a liquid form, or a suppository.
I was no expert on the injuries that could result from being strangled – aside from death, obviously – but someone’s throat being so bruised that they could hardly swallow? That was bad. Thankfully, she’d gone for the liquid version which meant that she wouldn’t have to stick painkillers up her ass when she was allowed to go home. Again, not an expert, but I had to hazard a guess that she’d need help with that, and I couldn’t even be around when one of the babies diapers was changed.
Nodding slowly at her, Lottie looked worriedly over at me. It took everything I had in me to relax so that she’d do the same, and then I gave in and sat down next to her on the bed.
“As soon as Doctor Asshole gets back from Disney World with the results of the x-rays, I’m going to spring you from the joint, and you’re coming home with me, baby. You’ll be safe there,” I reassured her, leaning down and kissing her gently. “I’ll even get you a little bell so you can ring it when you want anything.”
“He makes a good bitch,” Noah added from behind me, making me close my eyes in frustration.
“It’s true,” Luna agreed, getting a glare from me. “What, you do!”
“If it helps,” Tate’s voice sounded from somewhere in the hallway, “you can get an app, so all you have to do is press it. The noises get really irritating, too.”
“Lily downloaded it, didn’t she?” Luna snorted.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “But I’d be her bitch any day.”
Puffing her cheeks out, Lottie made a silent puking motion, making me chuckle. Thankfully, Doctor Asshole returned at that moment. “Well, there’s good news, and there’s bad news…”The good news was – there was nothing broken. I didn’t know that there was a tiny bone you could break at the front of your throat, but apparently there was.
The bad news was – Charlotte obviously had some bad bruising. They’d even confirmed how bad it was by sticking a lubed camera thing up her nose and taking a look around. This meant that she wasn’t allowed to use her voice for seven days, and she had to go back for them to reassess it before she could.