Tricked

sue you? «
    Abruptly, I was too much trouble to deal with. He clenched his fists and exhaled noisily, then turned to the nurses. » The patient has refused our care. Get him ready to check out. « He flicked his gaze to Granuaile and said, » Miss, if you will follow me and give me that payment information, we’ll settle the paperwork. «
    » Certainly, « she said, and this time when she pulled away I let her go. The nurses loomed over me and began tearing off those monitor things and removing the IV. They didn’t speak to me. I didn’t rate bedside manners, because I’d gotten pissy with the doctor.
    » Where are my clothes? « I said. After I asked the question, it occurred to me that perhaps I didn’t have any. I doubted they’d delivered me to the hospital soaked in blood, or else I would have had the police to deal with on top of the doctor. Still, the nurse on my right gestured to a small nightstand in the corner with a heinous plastic lamp on top of it. As soon as I was free of their tentacular monitoring apparatus, I sat up and swung my legs over the bedside. There I paused; I was still light-headed and weak from blood loss. No doubt they had pumped some replacement fluid in, but it wasn’t enough. No matter; I’d heal well enough once I could get outside and away from this clinical gray box of death.
    I pushed myself forward and rose cautiously to my feet. A draft from the aft signaled that my dressing gown was open, but I didn’t care. The nurses could take shots with their camera phones and upload them to their Flickr stream for all I cared, just so long as my face wasn’t in it.
    A wave of dizziness rolled over me when I took a step, but it was one of those gentle rocking swells and not a thirty-foot-tall fist of Poseidon. I could do this. I shuffled over carefully and leaned against the nightstand for support as I opened the drawer. Then I nearly fell over when Granuaile spoke from behind me.
    » Nom nom nom! « she said.
    I looked around for the cookies she must be referring to and then realized, belatedly, that the room was bereft of delicious baked goods. The only thing on display was my backside, and apparently she thought it looked tasty. I blushed and retrieved the folded set of clothes, then turned around so that the hospital gown could afford me a shred of modesty. The nurses exited silently and I asked Granuaile if the doctor was satisfied.
    » He’s pissed and Hal wants you to call him, but, yeah, we’re clear to go. You need some help getting dressed? «
    She knew I’d say no. Her mouth was quirked up to one side and she was quite clearly teasing me.
    » I’ll manage, thanks, « I said. I held up the jeans. » Did you put these in here? «
    » Yep. You’re welcome. «
    » Thanks. « I pulled out a mostly white shirt with uncertain ambitions about achieving a pale green. It looked a bit more designer than I was used to. » Where’d you get this? «
    » Flagstaff actually has some decent shops, « she said. » I noticed you liked henley shirts, so I found you one in ‘creamy dill.’ «
    » What? Are you making that up? Sounds like a salad dressing. A vaguely pornographic one. «
    » It’s the fab new color, Atticus. All the Irish Druids will be wearing it today. « She grinned at me impishly.
    I tossed my head significantly at the door and said, » I’ll be out in a couple of minutes. «
    She spun on her heel, hands on hips, and sashayed slowly out of the room, allowing me to check her out too. I couldn’t figure out what she was up to. Didn’t we talk last night in Granny’s Closet about the need to stop flirting? Was she defying me? Or was this not flirting at all but an attempt to lighten my rather grim mood? I pushed the matter out of my mind, because I had to get to Oberon.
    I leaned against the bed for support as I tugged on the pair of jeans, then pulled on my creamy-dill shirt with a small shudder. There was a pair of sandals for my feet. Once I slipped into these, I made my shaky way to the door, where Granuaile was waiting, beaming her best smile at the frowning nurses. I draped an arm around her shoulders.
    » I’m not quite steady yet. Help me get out of here? «
    » Sure, sensei. «
    I was proud of myself. I only drifted to the left and stumbled twice on the way out. And I didn’t run my fingers through her hair even once.
    Outside, a couple of trees and a decorative expanse of sod surrounded a sign that said FLAGSTAFF MEDICAL CENTER. The grass felt so