“Because I’m a paramedic, and I know my way around sedatives.” That brings me up short. I stop tripping around my living room, instead staring at him with a perplexed expression that causes him to stop as well. “What?” Hux asks, confusion in his voice. “Paramedic?” I repeat. “Like, an EMT? Like, rides in an ambulance, saving people?” “Uh, yeah?” He reaches up to pull the mask off of his face, dropping it to the coffee table a bit carelessly. “You got a problem with that?”
