“Pretty sure the whole floor heard it.”
“Right. I’m sorry our conversation went to a place it didn’t need to go.”
“We obviously have a few things to work out,” Dad said.
“I’d like to put a pin in that until we sort this shit out with the Predators and your cancer.”
He sighed. “I can get behind that.”
“Give me a few and I’ll drop you home.”
“I don’t ride bitch, Ori. But it doesn’t matter. I drove.”
“You fuckin’ drove?” I snapped. “Jesus, Dad, have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”
“I’m fine.”
“Bike or truck?”
“Truck.”
“Give me a few minutes. I’m still gonna drop you home.”
He sighed. “I don’t need you to—”
“Not up for discussion,” I hissed, holding my hand out. “Keys.”
He slammed his keys into my palm and lowered himself into one of the benches against the wall.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and headed back to Raquel’s room.
* * *
Raquel
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck did you do to yourself?” Tristan asked, walking into my room.
“You’re here!”
“Yeah, sissy, of course I’m here.”
I reached my arms out and he immediately wrapped me in a hug, which gave me a view of Rabbit. “You too?”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Rabbit said, and kissed my cheek. “How ya feelin’ there?”
“Better than I probably should,” I admitted, and turned to my brother. “Did you tell Mom and Dad?”
He shook his head. “No. But I’m going to as soon as I know the extent of your injuries.”
I sighed. “Will you downplay it, please?”
“Let me talk to your doctor and we’ll go from there,” he said.
I nodded. “Is Liv with you?”
“No. She’s home with the twins.”
I blinked back tears. “You didn’t need to come.”
