"Levi!" The sound of Conan's voice from the hospital bed hit me like a freight train. He looked so fragile. His skin was pale, his lips were dry, and his eyes—those beautiful eyes—were red and puffy from crying. It shredded me. "Why're you crying?" he asked softly. I tried to walk normally, but my legs were still trembling from the sprint through the clinic. I stumbled a little. Behind me, Charlie entered, looking a little less wrecked but just as breathless. "He sped all the way over here," Charlie said. "We almost crashed a few times but... we're here." I reached the bed and dropped to my knees beside it, hugging Conan gently. He was burning up, and I could feel how exhausted he was, even under the meds. "Why do you look so sick?" "I'm not—" "You must've been in a lot of pain to cut your day so short," I murmured, glancing past him and noticing him—Alex—hunched in the corner, for once blessedly silent. "I'm okay now," Conan said. "You're as pale as a ghost. How are you oka
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