Black Heart (Cursed Hearts #1)(102)

“Ye shouldn’t be able to see me.”

Locked unit it was then. Decision made, she stood up and looked around the busy waiting room until she spotted what she needed by some frat boy pressing a bloodied towel to his face. She made her way over to the wheelchair, ignoring the way the frat boy leered at her ass and rolled it over to the poor, hot nut job currently trying to stand up.

“Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the wheelchair.

“I can walk,” he ground out, leveling a glare on her as he moved to prove just that, but he didn’t make it very far before his legs gave out on him and he almost fell back on his very fine ass.

With a sigh, she wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him to the chair. She really didn’t have time for this good Samaritan crap today, but what choice did she have? He was too screwed up in the head to take care of himself and the only hospital staff manning the ER waiting room was the triage nurse too busy arguing with some jackass in an expensive suit who was demanding that he be seen immediately, to help. That left it up to little old her to drop this insane hunk off at the psych ward.

“I could have walked,” he grumbled irritably as she pushed him down the hall towards the elevators.

“Yes, I’m sure that you could have,” she said dryly.

“Sarcasm?” he growled out, earning two points, because really that voice of his was really delicious and if she didn’t need to be somewhere, soon, she’d probably push him down to the gift shop and buy a romance novel. She’d sucker him into reading all the really naughty scenes to her, but alas she didn’t have that kind of time.

“Me? Sarcastic? Never,” she said distractedly as she studied the hospital directory.

“What are ye looking for?” he asked, sounding suspicious.

“The lockdown unit,” she murmured, wondering if it was labeled under a codename because she couldn’t for the life of her find it listed on the hospital directory.

“I’m not insane,” he bit out.

“Uh huh.”

“I’m not!”

“No, no of course you’re not. It’s perfectly normal to stroll around the emergency room buck na**d and thinking that you’re invisible.”

“I am not insane!” he snapped, moving to climb out of the wheelchair, but one well placed shove from her had him sitting back down like a good boy, a good boy who grumbled and bitched, but that was fine with her as long as he behaved himself.

“Uh huh, doesn’t matter anyways, because it looks like it’s the emergency room for you,” she said, moving to turn the wheelchair around and take him back to the ER.

“I’m not hurt, lass,” he said, moving to get up and this time when she tried to keep him in the chair, he shrugged off her touch and climbed out of the chair, a bit stiffly, but this time he managed to stand on his own two feet.

She shrugged as she pushed the wheelchair away and pressed the up button for the elevator. “Then you’re on your own, cupcake. I have someone that I need to talk to.”

“I don’t need help,” he grated out as he looked around and when he saw a cart filled with folded blue scrubs, he dropped the sheet, giving her a beautiful memory.

It really was a shame that he was insane, she thought with a sigh as she watched him pull on a pair of scrub bottoms that were a little too short and a bit snug around one of the best asses that she’d ever seen. Glaring at her like this was somehow her fault, he grabbed a white tee shirt and pulled it on. The shirt was tight, encasing perfectly sculptured muscles and making a girl wish that she could forget that he was insane.

That problem was solved when he grabbed some poor guy who’d made the mistake of walking by at that moment by his shirt and raised him off the ground. “Give me yer shoes, lad.”

“All righty then,” she said, turning her attention to the elevator doors sliding open and pointedly ignoring the insane man as he committed robbery and made some poor guy piss his pants. “You have a nice life now and don’t forget to be a good boy and take your Prozac.”

She stepped onto the elevator, pressed the button for the fifth floor and admittedly hadn’t expected the large mental patient to follow her. Then again, with her luck she really should have, she mentally berated herself as she calmly reached into her bag and palmed her gun. Then she thought better of it and reached for her stun gun.

‘This can’t be happening,” he murmured in that sexy brogue of his as he raised his hands in front of his face and moved them, wiggling his fingers as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

“Just keep telling yourself that,” she said, keeping an eye on him even as she watched the lights climb up to the fifth floor.

“Ye do realize that I’d take ye down before ye even had a chance to pull that out of yer purse, don’t ye, lass?” he asked conversationally as he dropped his arms, admittedly shocking her and grudgingly impressing her at the same time.

“Get tasered a lot, do you?”

He took her off guard when he chuckled. It was deep, and sexy as hell.

Mental. Patient, she reminded herself before she did something stupid like drool over him.

The well-timed ding of the elevator was truly appreciated as it gave her the excuse that she needed to get away from this man and get her mind back on her work. When the elevator doors opened, she sighed heavily. Looked like she’d found the psych ward after all.