Caleb guided Galen to the hospital. Other than asking about his pain level, they did not speak on the way there. Galen asked for Bell when they arrived, but the nurse reported that Bell was unavailable after checking. Instead, a young man approached them.
“Ah, I see you came back,” the dark-haired man said, crossing his arms in a display of irritation.
Caleb looked at Galen questioningly.
“When I was brought in yesterday, Peter,” Galen sighed, pointing to the irritated man, “was the one who was supposed to treat me.”
“Supposed to?” Caleb asked.
“I kind of left before he got a chance to treat me,” Galen smiled awkwardly.
A low growl came from Caleb.
“I planned to get treated. Instead, I just… got distracted,” Galen replied.
“How?” Caleb growled.
“Flirting,” Peter sighed as he grabbed a pair of gloves.
“Was not!” Galen defended quickly.
“Sure,” Peter rolled his eyes, “open the shirt.”
“Here?” Galen asked, looking around at the nurses and patients in the area.
