Fuck.
The scanner digests Shanley’s input and
beeps again. “You’re clean,” Shanley says, finally flashing me a
quick smile. “I just had to coordinate with your profile back on
the carrier. Sorry if I had you worried for a second there.”
Sorry?Heh. Dylan nudges me and when
I look up, I find him staring at me with wide eyes as deep as the
sea, his finger still in his mouth. “You okay?” he asks, the words
muffled around his fist.
“Fine,” I sigh. Then I laugh,
relieved. “I’m fine.”
And because I am, I lean over and plant a
kiss on the tip of his nose, which gets him smiling. “Do it again,”
he says.
With another laugh, I nod at Shanley, turned
from us as he slips the lancet with Dylan’s blood into the
hemoscanner. “When he leaves,” I promise.
“Evan,” Dylan starts.
“No,” Shanley says before he can even
ask.
Dylan pouts so hard, I have to laugh. I
don’t think I’ll stop, I’m thrilled, I’m not sick, thank the
Lord, I’m not sick.