I laughed at another one of the many nicknames he’d given me over the years. “Do you need anything?”
“Kind of sick of people asking if I need anything,” he huffed. “What exactly are they gonna be able to give me? A spleen?” he looked at me in silence for a moment, then he grinned. “Just kidding,” he winked. “I’m good, but if you could let the nurse know I could do with resting, that would be great.”
“Sure. I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay.”
“Yeah,” he turned his head and closed his eyes.
I stood still for a long time, remembering what Warren told me about his condition. How he couldn’t concentrate on one thing for too long, or he made inappropriate jokes or comments. He’d been through a lot, this was obviously too much for him. I whispered goodbye but he didn’t answer.
When I got back out to the waiting room, Hudson and Rosa got up. Warren sat drinking his coffee.
“How was he?” Hudson asked.
“Fine. Well, not fine but he was awake. He said he was tired though. He’s asked the nurse to let us know he doesn’t want any more visitors for now.”
Hudson frowned but Rosa pointed out that he did tire easily. I looked behind her at my brother, he was leaning back in his seat, staring away from us. He had squeezed the coffee cup in his hand so tight it was crushed, and the coffee was spilt all over the floor.
“Warren,” I started to move towards him. The coffee was still steaming. “God, are you alright?”
He got up, looked at his hand as if he hadn’t even noticed what he’d done. I could already see his skin turning red where it was burnt.
“Warren? You need to get this looked at.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he snapped. “I need some air,” he said and walked away from me.
I exchanged a look with Hudson and Rosa, both of whom were watching after my brother.
“Fuck that.” I stormed after him.
Chapter Seventeen
“Warren, wait, where are you going?” I hurried after him.
“Leave it Wave,” he held a hand up as if to stop me coming any closer.
My twin was hurting, and I didn’t care what he said. Hudson was watching us, his eyes narrowed. Whatever this was, it needed to be between me and my brother, who was currently jabbing the button for the elevator and cursing loud enough to make a couple beside him nervous. Understandable, given he was a big biker in a leather vest, looking like he’s about to punch a wall. He stormed past me heading for the stairs, knocking into me so I stumbled backwards.
Hudson was there in a heartbeat and grabbed his arm. “What the fuck, War. You nearly knocked her down, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Warren looked at me, he didn’t say anything, but his eyes softened and I could see the apology there. Hudson wasn’t happy with that and started to speak again when I touched his hand where it was on Warren’s forearm. He looked back at me in confusion.
“Let me talk to him,” I said.
“I don’t need to talk, I just need to leave.” Warren shrugged his arm loose. “Sorry Wave.”
He walked away pushing through the door to the stairs. Moments after he was gone, the elevator opened.
“Stay here,” I told Hudson.
“Are you out of your damn mind too? I’m not letting you go anywhere alone.”
“Hudson, my brother needs me, just please let me go after him.”
He swore and tipped his head up, then pushed me towards the elevator before the door closed. The two people inside moved away from us.
“Hudson, I said let me-”
“When we find him, I’ll leave you with him, then I’ll back off,” he told me. “Not before. Don’t push me on this.”
