The Deception Game

Most behaved Child // Part 3

I cracked up. Tears leaking out of my eyes, breathes hitching due to barks of laughter.

Nurses ran towards his long, sprawled body on the floor, asking if he was okay.

"Ow! It hurts! I think I-I need a wheelchair!" He cried out.

Two words: Drama. Queen.

Ethan chuckled from beside me.

"Do ya think we should help him?" He asked, watching the scene from the side as Heath faked a whimper when a nurse tried to touch the area he pointed was hurting.

"Nah."

"That's cruel." Ethan commented, tugging his hands in his slacks pocket.

I snorted.

"And since when do you care?"

He rolled his eyes.

"I'll go help. I think the nurses' are starting to freak out now." 

Ethan hadn't even finished when a loud cry was heard from in front of us.

"GET ME A DOCTOR, DAMN IT! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M HURT?!"

Ethan sighed, shaking his head as he walked up to the nurses who'd gathered around Heath, trying to figure out a way to help him.

"He's fine. Don't worry. I'll take care of him." Ethan smiled at the gathered nurses, assuring them and grabbing Heath's arm tightly, silently dragging him in a standing position.

"Are you sure, sir? He was saying he needed a doctor, he might be in serious pain-"

"Trust me. He's never been better. Right Heath?" Ethan gritted out when Heath slumped all his bodyweight on Ethan's arm. 

Ethan's tight grasp on Heath's arm, the only thing keeping him in the upright and all that muscle weight having only one support: Ethan's grip.

I shook my head, moving towards both of them, and discretely stepping on Heath's shin. 

He immediately jerked up, putting his weight back on his two feet with a yelp.

"Yes, absolutely." He choked out, turning to glare at me as I came to stand on his other side.

"Well, I'm glad. Is there anything else I can do for you?" The nurse asked, blushing.

I mean, who wouldn't when you had men like Ethan and Heath in front of you.

She was a pretty sight, herself. Even I could see that, with her short brunette hair and hazel eyes. And I think Heath agreed with me as he gave the nurse his million dollar smirk, withdrawing his arm from Ethan's tight grip and stretching all the way to his 6 feet height.

He opened his mouth to sprout things which'd only lead to him to lose any chance he had with this girl.

"Nah. He's all good. Thank you for your concern. We have to go now, but thank you again, Miss... Clover." I smiled, reading the tag attached to her uniform in front.

She smiled back and I grabbed Heath's shoulder, shoving him towards the hall where the surgery room was located as fast as I could with Ethan following behind.

The two agents situated right outside Travon's surgery room door nodded at us and we nodded back upon reaching them.

"HEY! You had no right to do that! She was flirting. I needed to return the favor as well." Heath whined, crossing his arms and stomping his foot like a child.

"She wasn't flirting. She was being polite! Learn the difference." I snapped at him, turning to Ethan.

"But she-"