Chapter 19

“I got this. Hand me the bulb.”

Major passed it like a scrub nurse giving the surgeon his cutting tool.

“Thank you.” I wasn’t centered. I had to stretch while tilting off to one side. Major hissed—like a gasp only through his teeth—when I swayed to one side. “Would you two relax? I’m not gonna f—”

Fall turned to “Fuck!” partway down. I landed face first on the cushions of the sofa, but then rolled off onto the floor, my funny bone connecting with the corner of Major’s wrought iron coffee table. “Son of a…I’m fine.”

“Don’t move.” Abby made it to my side in a flash. She was a nurse—and a friend—one who calmly stroked my hair. “You sure?”

“Perfectly.” I disobeyed orders and got up. “See?” Flexing my elbow hurt like a motherfucker, but I did it four more times to prove otherwise.

“It’s not broken if you can do that,” Abby said, looking me over. “It’s going to leave a mark, though. How’s your head?”

I kept my expression neutral.