A Man’s Worth(Brac Pack 31)(31)

Ahm was stiff at first, and then ever so slowly relaxed against Bryce, resting his head on Bryce’s shoulder. “I don’t think there is anything anyone can do, Bryce. There is no reversing this.”

“I’m getting a woody holding you,” Bryce said, trying his best to alleviate the heaviness surrounding them. The mood was becoming too suffocating, and Bryce was determined to see Ahm happy. From what the man had said, and from what Bryce had gathered, Ahm was in dire need of lighthearted moments and a few good belly laughs.

Ahm gave a low chuckle in his ear and Bryce was amazed by the deep expressive sound. The sound actually felt like fur brushing against his skin. It wasn’t an empty laughter some people gave because the moment called for it. No, Ahm’s amusement was filled with emotion.

Bryce’s hand slid down between them, seeking out his mate’s cock when someone knocked on the door.

Talk about pisspoor timing.

“Am I interrupting you gentlemen?” Dr. Sheehan asked with a blush stealing across his cheeks.

“Yes,” Ahm grumbled as he lifted his head from Bryce’s shoulder. Bryce missed the warmth already.

“Come on in, Doc.” Begrudgingly, he moved away, seeing the pout on Ahm’s handsome face. “Later, sex kitten,” Bryce whispered low as he winked.

Ahm snapped his eyes up to Bryce, but didn’t protest the endearment.

It was a start.

“Let’s get this over with,” Ahm said as he leaned back on the pillows with a look of resignation. “If I have to spend one more day in bed, I’ll skin a bear.”

“Ouch,” Bryce said. “So testy.”

Dr. Sheehan grinned and went to work, checking Ahm over, but Bryce could tell by the man’s movements that he had something on his mind. He wasn’t sure if the doc was having an off day, or if it had something to do with Ahm.

“Spit it out, Doc.”

Ahm’s blue eyes flickered up to Bryce, like the guy was trying to read his mind, and then the blue orbs slid over to the doctor, his white brows furrowing. “What is he talking about?”

The doctor’s shoulders were stiff. Bryce felt, more than saw, Jason step into the room. The grey wolf felt his mate’s unease. But Bryce felt Ahm’s as well.

“I ran your blood work.” It was a simple statement, but could mean so many different things. Was something wrong with Ahm’s blood?

“When?” The question came out in a low half snarl. “I don’t remember giving you any.”

Jason eased further into the room, his eyes fixed on Ahm. Bryce watched the grey wolf closely.

“It’s standard procedure with an injury, Ahm. I wanted to make sure your cell counts were healthy if you had to fight infection, and when was the last time you had a checkup?”

The expression Ahm wore told it all. Bryce knew the answer before the Shadow elf gave it. “Never.”

Shaking his head, Dr. Sheehan leaned back. “Your leg is healing nicely. You can get out of bed just as long as you don’t strain yourself.”

“The blood work,” Bryce reminded the man.

Dr. Sheehan turned, glancing up at Ahm. “Is it okay if I talk in front of your mate?”

“Your choice,” Bryce said to Ahm. He prayed Ahm didn’t fight him on this matter.

“Speak in front of my mate.” Ahm sat forward, his posture perfect—or as perfect as it could get sitting up in a bed.

Dr. Sheehan reached down in his bag and extracted a manila file. Bryce’s palms began to sweat. “It seems you have a rare blood type. You are AB negative with a K factor.

“How is that possible? I have never heard of a K factor,” Bryce asked.

“Like I said, it’s very rare.”

“What does all of this mean?” Ahm asked. “I have a rare blood type. I don’t see a problem with that unless I need donated blood.”

“That reminds me,” Dr. Sheehan said. “You should store some of your blood with the vampires.” He held up his hand. “Not for them to drink. It would be a good idea to have some stored just in case you do need it and I can’t store it at the hospital.”

“Because he’s fey,” Bryce added.

Dr. Sheehan nodded. “Correct. I’m pretty sure Christian will make sure nothing happens to your blood.”

“Why can’t we store it here?” Bryce asked.

“You could, but you’d need to invest in a cold storage unit. The blood Christian sends for your resident vampires is consumed right away. But Ahm’s blood will need to be stored long term.”

“I can get a cold storage unit, but that isn’t what’s bothering you.” Bryce was getting tired of the doctor dancing around his real concern.