Colt exited the room with Thomas' bag. Blair waited until he was sure Colt was gone before helping his father down from the bed and into the wheelchair. He wanted to spare his father's dignity. It would be bad enough that his siblings would see it at the house, but at least he could wheel him out of the hospital with some of his pride left.Colt didn't bat an eyelash when Blair helped their father to stand. Instead, he just circled them, helped their father into the truck and climbed into the back. He talked about the weather and what Eden was making for dinner, all the way back to the ranch.Back at the ranch, Blair led his father to his room. His breath was careful and measured. He didn't put up a fight when he was helped onto his bed. He gripped Blair's shoulder in a tight squeeze and gave him a smile and a nod. Blair knew it was his way of thanking him."I'll come get you when dinner's ready," Blair said, avoiding saying things like he should rest and take it easy. Dylan, Eden, an
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