I bite down on my bottom lip.
Her remark stings, but I choose to ignore it.
I carry her out of her dorm room, and thankfully, the door locks automatically behind us. I bring her down to the elevator, and she rests her head on my chest. I hit the button to go down.
For a moment, I can’t tell if she’s falling asleep or passing out.
Until she opens her mouth, and the silence vanishes. “You can put me down. I’m capable of walking.”
I’m not sure that she is—without passing out.
“Only if you’ll let me keep an arm around you.” I don’t want to risk her fainting and hitting her head.
“Fine,” she snarls at me, and I carefully place her feet on the ground in front of the elevator.
The doors open, and she steps inside, swaying slightly, but my hand is around her waist, keeping her upright.
I press the button for the main floor and feel her back up, pressing her body against mine.
My arms encircle her waist, and for a moment, if I forget all the shit from today, this might actually feel nice. Like a couple.
But Bristol and I aren’t anything but complicated not-friends. I’m not sure if we still qualify as enemies. After tonight, we might once again.
I’ll take my chances.
The elevator doors open, and I walk out with her, accompanying her to my vehicle. She sways a bit, unsteady on her feet, but I’m right there, my arm against her waist, holding her to me.
Once we’re both situated in the car, I use the maps app to get us to the destination, because I’m not that familiar with the area.
Ten minutes later, I’m pulling up out front of Great Falls Emergency Room.
Bristol lets out a huff.
“You fucking didn’t. You want to go here. On our date?” She points at the entrance as I pull up at the front and park the car long enough to grab a wheelchair.
“I want you to feel better.”
“The ER can’t do anything for me, Liam. This is a colossal waste of time.”
“Such a big word,” I taunt her, doing my best to distract her. “You owe me one date. This is my date.”
“You’re fucking weird.” Bristol shakes her head but doesn’t tell me no.
“If the situation were reversed, and I was the one fainting, would you want me to go into the ER to get checked out?”
Her eyes glint with anger. “I’d kick you out of my car and let you die on the side of the road.”
“I don’t believe you.” I help her into a wheelchair and then stroll her inside past the front entrance. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Where the hell am I going to run off to?” I hear her shouting back at me.
I run back to the car to park it in the lot nearby and jog back inside.
By the time I’m inside, merely two minutes later at most, Harper has a clipboard with a stack of papers to fill out. She shoves them at me.
“The paperwork is yours, sweetheart.”
“Sarcasm looks good on you,” I say with a smile. I glance down at the blank pages. She’s filled nothing out.