Maya POV
It was not one stitch.
It was three, which Lucas pointed out with considerable satisfaction before excusing himself to make calls in the corridor, leaving Adrian and me alone in a small curtained bay in the urgent care clinic two streets from the courthouse.
The doctor was efficient and unbothered, the way urgent care doctors always were, cleaned the cut, administered local anesthetic, did the three stitches in under four minutes, gave Adrian a card with aftercare instructions, and left without asking any questions about how it happened, which in this part of the city probably meant she had seen enough courthouse adjacent injuries to have stopped being curious.
Adrian sat on the edge of the examination table with a small square of white gauze taped above his eyebrow, jacket fo
