The emergency room was absolutely manic, and Blair’s headache wasn’t improving with all the noise. Crying babies, drunk college kids arguing with nurses, and some guy who’d apparently super-glued his hand to a beer bottle. Just another night in the city.
She was lying on a gurney in what was the hospital examination room, but was really just a space sectioned off by curtains that did nothing to block out the noise. Roman was right next to her, much to his disgust, arguing with a doctor about why he didn’t need X-rays on his shoulder.
“My shoulder’s fine,” Roman was saying for the third time.
“Sir, you have a visible dislocation and you’re bleeding,” the young man doctor replied patiently. “We need to—”
But the young doctor was no match for Roman in a bad mood. “What I need is to stay w
