Part 2594 – Overreacting? Naaaah.

Jeff watched as LM turned the corner.

And, for the first time all day, the hallway was quiet. No people walked about. No pleas on the intercom for Dr. Fillgreen to return to the OR.

The muffled beeps of patient monitors were all that he heard.

Muffled, monotonous beeps.

Nothing else.

No one else.

“Nnfgh…” the man grunted.

Jeff turned around.

The man struggled up into a sit.

Jeff narrowed his eyes. If he were a vampire, I would have staked him by now. But he isn’t one. So, I don’t get to do that. He walked over to him. I don’t even have stakes, anyway.

The man looked up.

“What were you going to do to my friend?”

“Hnngh. You two are so overreacting.”

Jeff kept his hands flat at his sides and his feet firm on the ground. No punching. No kicking.

At least, not yet.

“You grabbed his wing and tried to drag him away.”

“Again, overreacting.”

Jeff smiled and it was not a kind smile. “No. You would know if I were overreacting. What were you going to do to him?”

“Nothing!”

“Uh-huh. Try again, because that is not the right answer.”

“Oh, aren’t you just the big-brained know-all-the-stuff.”

Jeff made a concerted effort to keep his hands calm and unclenched. “Answer my question or I will start to overreact.”

The man sized Jeff up and apparently came to the conclusion that he didn’t want to see him overreact. “I wasn’t going to hurt him or anything. I was just curious if the rumors about crooked-winged fey were true.”

“Rumors?”

“Yeah.” The man huffed and “hnnff”ed up to his feet. “Rumors that the males don’t have normal male junk and/or they don’t have any at all.”

Jeff curled his hands into fists.

“Then, there’s the other rumor that they DO have manly junk, but it doesn’t work or it doesn’t work right or it works differently than normal people’s. So many rumors.” A dirty smile crossed his face. “I was looking forward to finding out which of these rumors—”

Jeff grabbed the front of the man’s dirty shirt and shoved him back against the nearest wall.

“H–hey!”

“If you touch my friend again, I swear I will break your wrists.” His voice was the cold, hard snap of an iceberg breaking.

The man turned peaked.

“Do you understand me?”

He nodded wordlessly.

“Good. Now, you and I are going to have a long talk with Security. And don’t you dare try escaping on me. I will tackle you and pin you face-first to the floor. Is that clear?”

Another silent nod.

“Good. Let’s go.”

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