Page 91 of Psychic Obsession
He met her gaze and nodded."Thank you."
"Sure.Though I'm not certain I want to be a part of this again."She shuddered."I've never seen a psychic do their thing, but...yeah, not what I expected."
Maybe they should've allowed Saylor to see; it might have cured his kink, but Frode didn't want him there.He doubted he was ever more vulnerable than when he was reading something.Having someone perv on you in that moment wouldn't be great.
Frode was seated in a chair, his arms and head resting on the table.Pale, with his eyes closed, and facial muscles tense as if he was in pain.
"Honey."Nikolai slid a hand over his back.
Hjalmar made a sound, but Nikolai ignored him.Frode cracked one eye open.
"Hi, there.Are you able to stand?"
Frode grimaced and reached for his tiny red box of raisins.He tipped the last four out on the table and ate them one by one.Nikolai noted he had his gloves on, which was good.
He heaved a sigh and looked at Nikolai but didn't speak.
"Hjalmar says food and rest, so we should get going before you drop off."
Frode groaned but held a hand out.Nikolai grabbed it and pulled it gently.He swayed, and Nikolai wrapped his other arm around his waist."Are you able to walk out of here?"
Hjalmar was watching them without saying a word.
Frode closed his eyes and leaned into him, giving Nikolai most of his weight.He didn't think carrying him would be doable, not unless he did so in a fireman's carry, and it was most likely not what Frode needed right now.
Slowly, they made their way toward the door, Frode with his face tucked against Nikolai's throat.It was fine.Slow going, but fine.
Saylor was out in the corridor, glaring.They slow-shuffled past him without a word, and Isaac joined them.
The corridor was longer than Nikolai remembered it to be.He could sense the trembles going through Frode, and at times, tiny little whimpers escaped him.Was this normal?He sent Hjalmar a questioning look and got a nod in reply, so maybe it was.
They reached the door and the cool April air washed over them."What kind of food do you want?"
"I'm out of raisins."The words were slurred, and Nikolai shot Hjalmar another look.How would they know if there was brain damage?
"I can get you more raisins, but food.You need to eat.What are you in the mood for?"
Frode shook his head.
"Salty and greasy normally does it."Hjalmar's tone was solemn."Want me to take you home, Frode?"
No reply.
"Don't you have to go back to work?"Nikolai waited while Hjalmar unlocked his car.They'd all traveled together.
"I should.Givens isn't pleased with me."
"You're in the wrong department."
Hjalmar gave him a quick grin."Maybe."
Oh?He'd believed Hjalmar enjoyed his job."I can look after him."He didn't think Medlin would be too upset."I can bring him back with me."
"He'll pass out.It's not a nap.He'll be out for hours, and it'll be near impossible to wake him."
"We can put him in the conference room.There is a couch along the wall, and we'll be nearby working."Isaac looked at Hjalmar for approval.When he got a nod, he smiled."Will he throw up?"
"Nah, he usually doesn't once he's gotten this far."Then Hjalmar grimaced, and Nikolai remembered how Frode had rushed to the bathroom when he'd woken last time.He'd place a bucket near the couch.
