“For the last time, Brandon, he’s alright.”
“I still think you should check him again.”
Keith slipped his stethoscope back in his pocket. “What, you think I missed something the first four times I checked him?”
Nate gave them a sleepy look from his nest of pillows. “Lay off, Bran. I’m fine. Blood thinners give you the shakes sometimes, that’s all.”
“You’re not on my happy list right now, Nathan. I wouldn’t push it, if I were you.”
The look on Nate’s face would have made him feel guilty had he not been so mad. The fact that he had to carry Nate’s prone body out of the station and into the car didn’t help his mood.
Nor was he placated when Nate had to be helped back into the house and up the stairs. He’d even had to undress him, a task he would have enjoyed had he not been so damned w
