That's what you think, [ she mutters darkly, well-acquainted with Stevie's habit of picking up strays. For an only child and someone who was honestly kind of a bitch most of their academic career, Stevie collects wayward ducklings even worse than Eddie does. Tommy had the bad luck to be bleeding in front of her, now she's going to check up on him at least for the next few days.

Most men wouldn't be stupid enough to complain about Stevie Harrington worrying about them.

She narrows her eyes accusatorily at him when he narcs on her to the paramedics, but then turns around and gives a sweet smile to the woman checking him over. Two can play at that game. ] He probably has glass down his shirt from where the fresnal shattered. You should maybe get him to take it off.