로그인Chapter 285Rhys put the pen back in his pocket. He kept his hand on it, the way some people keep their hand on a cross."I keep thinking I'm doing everything wrong," he said quietly. "I couldn't keep him safe at the market. I couldn't keep him safe at home. I couldn't keep him safe in a *hospital*. He walked right out of his room and I wasn't there." He swallowed. "When he found me in the ER, Jayce, he put his hand on my face. He told me not to cry. Like *he* was taking care of *me.*"Jayce didn't say anything. He just stood next to his oldest friend and let him say it."He's never done that before," Rhys said. "Not like that. He just held my face and said *I'm here now.* And I don't know why, but it felt like—" He stopped."Like what?"Rhys shook his head. "Like he'd been gone a lot longer than forty minutes."Jayce looked at him. Rhys was staring down the hall at Room 4 again, his face tired and strange.Then he shook it off. "I'm not making sense. I haven't slept.""You should sle
Chapter 284"Not now," he said. "Please. He just fell asleep. If he wakes up and sees somebody new in the room he'll get excited, he'll want to talk, and he needs to rest. The doctor said rest. I just — please. Let him sleep.""Okay." Jayce held up his hands. "Okay. That's fine. I won't go in.""Thank you.""I mean it. I'll just stay out here. With you."Rhys stared at him, like he didn't understand why anybody would want to do that.Then he nodded at the end of the hall. "There's a machine," he said. "Coffee. It's terrible.""Perfect," Jayce said. "Let's get terrible coffee."---The coffee was terrible.It came out of the machine in thin paper cups, too hot to hold and too bitter to drink, and they stood by the window at the end of the hall and held the cups anyway and didn't drink them. From here Rhys could still see his son's door. Jayce noticed that. Every few seconds, Rhys's eyes went back to it. Room 4. Like he was afraid it would disappear if he looked away too long.For a whi
Chapter 283Dante had told Jayce about it afterward, very quietly, like it didn't matter. Like he was used to it. And Jayce had driven straight to Rhys's house and they'd had the worst fight of their lives, and they hadn't spoken since.Jayce looked at Dante's tired, broken face. He thought about saying Rhys's name in front of him, today of all days. Making him remember that ugly word on top of whatever else he was carrying.No."A friend," Jayce said. "Somebody I care about. His kid's sick. I just got the message.""Oh, Jayce. I'm sorry.""I don't even know what's wrong yet." Jayce glanced at the elevators. "I should — I have to go see someone. Upstairs.""Go." Dante nodded at him. "Go. Don't let me hold you up.""Are you leaving?""Just for an hour." Dante held up a set of car keys. "Going home to grab some things. Clothes, toothbrush. Ravyn's walking me out and then she's going back up.""Okay." Jayce wanted to say more. He wanted to ask a hundred questions. *Who's in this hospital
Chapter 282 Jayce didn't remember the drive.He remembered the keys in his hand. He remembered the front door slamming behind him, and the cold air, and the engine. Then there was nothing but red lights he didn't stop for and a road that went on too long, and his own voice in the car saying *please, please, please* over and over, like a song he couldn't turn off.*Rhysian's in the hospital. Call me.**St. Catherine's. Children's floor. Hurry.*That was all Orion had written. No reason. No *he's okay.* Just *hurry.* And Orion never told anybody to hurry. Orion was the calmest man Jayce knew. If Orion was writing *hurry*, then something was very, very wrong.He'd tried to call back from the car. Then he'd reached for his phone and found his pocket empty. He'd left it. Thrown it, maybe, somewhere in his room, in front of Alyssa. He didn't even remember. He hit the steering wheel with his hand and drove faster.He pulled into the hospital lot and parked badly across two spaces and didn't
Chapter 281Rhys stood in the middle of the ER hallway and the whole world began to tilt. He couldn't breathe. He'd never had a panic attack in his life, but he thought this might be one. His chest was too tight. His hands were cold. There was a roaring in his ears."I'll take this place apart," he said, to no one, to the guard, to the ceiling. His voice was cracking now. "Brick by brick. I'll shut it down. I'll sue every—""Papa?"---Rhys stopped.It was a small voice. Very small. Almost lost under the noise. But he would have heard it under anything. He would have heard it under a storm.He turned around.At the far end of the hallway, by the double doors that led to the elevators, stood a little boy.The boy's hair was sticking up on one side. His feet were in socks, no shoes. He looked pale and tired and very small in the big busy hallway, with grown-ups rushing past him like he wasn't there."Papa," the boy said again. His lip wobbled. "I was looking for you."Rhys's knees hit t
Chapter 280The forms took forty minutes.Rhys had signed them all once already, in the ER, with his hand shaking so hard the signature looked like a child's drawing. Now a woman at the admin desk on the ground floor wanted them done again. Something about the insurance. Something about a box he'd missed. She was polite and slow and kept saying "almost done, Mr. Larsen," and every time she said it, Rhys looked at the clock.He didn't like being away from the boy. Not for forty minutes. Not for four.But the boy had been asleep when he left. Breathing easy. Color good. The nurse had promised to look in on him. And Rhys had told himself, *it's a hospital. It's the safest building in the city. Sign the papers and go back up.*So he signed. Again and again. His hand was steadier this time. When the woman finally smiled and said "that's everything," he was already standing.He took the stairs instead of the elevator, two at a time. He didn't know why he was hurrying. Nothing was wrong. He







