“No hospitals.” Gabe reached up and undid his tie with one hand. “You can stitch me up at my place.” “Oh, no—” Holland said. “I don’t stitch people. I don’t even stitch stitchable things very well.” “You’ll be fine. Just think of it as stabbing me with a needle.” “But I don’t want to stab you.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “You did earlier.” Holland couldn’t argue with this.
