I winced at the flare of pain. “Doesn’t feel exactly that great, but it’s manageable.”

“That’s good,” she murmured. She poked and prodded a little more and then she sat back, letting my hair fall into place. “There’s just a fine cut. I don’t think it even needs stitches. Head wounds bleed a lot, but I was expecting more damage.”

That probably explained the whole tray of scary medical instruments and was also proof that Zayne was overreacting. It took more than a knock on the head to warrant all this, even if a Trueborn had delivered the blow.

Jasmine asked for one of the sterile cloths and, once it was handed over, she cleaned the area. I kept staring at Zayne’s belly button, thinking it was kind of cute.

“Remarkable,” she murmured. “You were unconscious for a while, so I feared swelling was possible and swelling could’ve been an indication of serious issues, but the bleeding has stopped and the swelling is minimal.”

I hoped Zayne could see my face right now.

“There’s still a chance that there’s more damage beyond what I can see,” she continued, swabbing my head some more. “A CAT scan and MRI would need to be done to rule out anything more serious than a concussion.”

I opened my mouth.

“But I have a feeling you’re going to refuse that,” she added. “You can let her onto her back now.”

Zayne did, thank God, and I scowled up at him. He ignored me. “You’re positive she doesn’t need stitches?”

“Are you trying to inflict pain on me?” I glared at him. “Do you remember the last time I had to get stitches—”

“I haven’t forgotten,” he responded coolly.

“There’s no need for stitches. There should be, but there’s not.” Jasmine tossed bloodied cloths into a bin.

“What do you recommend?” Zayne’s hand was still on my hip, and I had no idea if he was aware of that or not.

“Can we be honest with each other for a moment? There’s just the three of us, and if you want sound, educated medical advice, you need to be open about something.”

I shifted my narrowed gaze to Zayne and said, “What do you want to know?”

“Are you human?” she asked.

“Well, that’s kind of an offensive question.” I sat up and when Zayne moved to stop me, the look I gave him should’ve burned out his retinas. There was pain as I went upright, but nothing serious. “I’m not going to pass out if I sit up.”

“A part of me wishes you would, because then you’d at least—”

“If you say be quiet, I will show you exactly how okay I am,” I warned.