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The hospital doors hissed open, and Jake squinted, shielding his eyes against the sudden glare of the afternoon sun.
“Hey, soldier.”
Jake turned to find Emmett leaning against a car. A real smile finally broke through Jake’s stony expression.
“You’re finally out,” Emmett said, walking over to pull him into a careful, loose hug.
“Thanks for coming to get me, man,” Jake muttered as they pulled apart.
“Of course. You survived a bullet; the least I can do is give you a ride,” Emmett joked, his tone light. Jake didn’t laugh. Emmett’s smile faded slightly as he reached for Jake’s duffel bag. “Anyway, let’s get moving.”