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bar? I’ll pick it up for him later.”
    “ Sure thing.” He’d never seen Louis so pissed, like he was taking the attack personally. “I phoned some friends. We’re gonna go play darts over at a certain sports bar. I’ll stash his stuff before we go.”
    That sounded ominous. Normally he’d discourage Louis from vigilantism. But not this time . Let justice be served . “Be careful,” was all he finally said, but Louis, and his muscles upon muscles, had already gone.
    The angel in his arms might have seemed ethereal, at least when he wasn’t bleeding, but he weighed a hell of a lot more than he looked. Solid. Evan adjusted the dead weight. Each jostle hurt his new patient. The groans were quite vocal on that account.
    What the hell had he gotten himself into?
    The funny thing was, he didn’t care.
    I’m a doctor again.
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Cold marble caressed Jamie’s cheek as he lay on the floor, curled into his ball of agony. He turned his head to bring his stinging, split lip into contact with the icy surface. Even that slight movement caused a wave of pain so intense, brilliant lights sparkled behind his closed lids. Moaning ripped things apart inside his throat, but the sounds kept gushing out, a torrent of hurt. I’m…I’m…broken. Cold fingers prodded his neck, startling him. He swatted them, but they kept at it, strong and insistent. Then they pulled his shirt up.
    Hurting me! Stop hurting me!
    “ Shhh, now,” soothed that incredible voice he’d heard before. Sounded angelic and hypnotizing at the same time. “I’m just gonna take a little listen. Nothing to be afraid of.”
    Cold—why’s it so mother-fucking cold? Maybe it was because freezing fingers were sliding up his chest, followed by an icy slab of metal. “No!” he gasped. A fresh wave of shivers wracked his body, squeezing the air from his chest. “H-hurts.” There, on his side—where the cold thing prodded—it hurt badly. That was okay, though, because below his chest, under the brutal scrape and tug of zipped-up denim, a fire raged, burning him alive. Pulling his legs to his chest only stoked the fire down there, but he felt safer with them tucked close.
    “ Don’t be afraid. It’s just my stethoscope. It won’t hurt you.”
    The sparkling lights dimmed, and the pain behind his eyes slowly eased. Eventually, his stomach quit trying to turn itself inside out. Jamie cracked his sticky lids open. Too bright! He slammed them shut again, but not before he noticed the man hovering over him and that the icy thing really was only a stethoscope. Fear battled with hope. Maybe he won’t hurt me. But what if he brought me here to hurt me more? Please don’t hurt me… I’ll beg. I will. The icy metal thing slid over his ribs and sent shivers up and around his exposed back.
    “ Can you take a deep breath for me?” the doctor asked.
    Didn’t he say he was a doctor? Jamie couldn’t quite remember. The knowledge just flitted in and out of his head. Deep breath? He could do that, couldn’t he? Not through the nose, though; that wasn’t working right. Fires raged there too, inside both nostrils and across the bridge; tiny sparks jumped off the tip and bit him on the lip. Jamie opened his mouth and breathed deep. Hurts! Fuck breathing. Don’tcha know not to feed a fire with oxygen? “C-cold,” Jamie whispered.
    “ That’s because you’re in shock. And wet.”
    Wet? How? The stethoscope from hell snaked across his nipple, and he shivered so hard the white sparkles returned. Compared to that, he barely felt the cold hands prodding his ribs and belly, but he knew they were there, touching him, invading his person.
    “ I’m going to take off your wet clothes now.”
    No! Don’t touch me! The sparkles exploded as Jamie jerked his head up off the floor, and everything flared bright white for a single, horrifying instant. Only the cold, and an empty stomach, kept him from puking. Cold. The sparkles scattered.