Two days later. Work. Three in the afternoon.
The emergency room was dead, just how I liked it. I was twenty minutes away from escaping without having to deal with anything especially gross when the call came in.
Twenty-one year old male. Skateboarding injury. Edward Cullen. En route.
He grinned at me when I came in to the room, x-rays in hand.
"It's broken," he said, confident.
"No. Just a bad sprain." He had the gall to look disappointed, and I resisted the urge to call him an idiot. "What the hell were you doing?"
"That handstand. Wanted to get it down by the time she comes home."
I whisper-screamed at him. "Oh my god, Edward, if she breaks her arm doing that I'm going to kill you."
"Whoa, lady. Didn't you take some sort of oath? To serve and protect or whatever?"
"That's cops. I'm a nurse. I'm also Jacy's mom. And I will kill you."
"If I know how to do it before she comes back, I can teach her the safe way."
"So much for that," I muttered, rolling up his sleeve and preparing to splint him.
"Hey," he said, reaching for me. "I've been meaning to tell you, hell, I've been meaning to do it for days now, but… But you confuse the fuck out of me, so I'm trying to play this right. I don't want the first one to be the last."
"I'm not confusing, you are." I scowled at him. "The first what?"
"Kiss."
I just stared at him. He looked a little pale, but otherwise he was still cute as shit in a dark blue t-shirt and that curling hair and the pleading eyes and... Was I really supposed to say no to him right now?
"I really like you," he said quietly.
"You're an idiot."
"For fucking up my arm, or admitting that I like you?"
"Both."
AN
Love my Hadley Hemingway.
Thank you for reading.
XO/HB