I hated the smell of hospitals. “Hey, Wolf?”“Remy.” He sounded weak, like he was tired. I licked my lower lip, trying to focus on anything but the smell of antiseptic and drugs. But hearing him this way was making me feel even worse. “Are you okay?”“Yeah…” I tilted my head, pressing the phone closer to my ear, looking outside the window. Couldn’t stand the sight of needles. Especially not now. “Have you eaten yet? No. Go get something from Samantha. I’ll be on the call waiting for you to get it. Go.”I heard him sigh through the speaker, that familiar exasperated sound that usually meant he was about to argue. But instead, there was just a beat of silence, then the soft shuffle of movement. “Fine. But you stay on the line.”“Not going anywhere, Wolf.”I listened to the distant sounds of him moving. Samantha's voice, faint and chipper, asking if what he wanted. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the rain streak down the parking lot below. I’d been
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