My hand pressed to my side, and I winced. “You most likely have a concussion,” he mused blandly. “Maybe bruised ribs and a painful contusion on your hip.” “Are you a doctor or something?” There was a light pause that felt almost like I’d pressed on a bruise beneath his skin. “No,” he said finally. “I am more prone to hurt than heal, which is why helping you is so oddly out of character.”
