I sighed. “Dad, don’t be dramatic.”
“No drama,” Dad countered. “I believe I quoted her warmly and accurately. Right, Jekyll?”
“Yep,” Jekyll said.
“Didn’t you have a date, Dad?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
He ignored me.
“Bell also said, she’s takin’ care of Brianna’s issue,” Dad said. “Right, Jekyll?”
“Yep,” Jekyll confirmed.
I frowned. When the hell did my dad and Jekyll get so chummy?
Yet another answer that would have to wait, since a nurse walked into the room and informed me it was time to get up and move.
“I’m walkin’ with her,” Jekyll said.
“What?” I breathed out. “No. It’s good.”
“Not really up for—”
I stared up at the nurse. “I don’t want him to walk with me.”
She smiled gently. “Then he won’t walk with you.”
I gave Jekyll a triumphant smirk even as I sighed in relief.
“Everyone out,” the nurse ordered, and my dad and Jekyll left the room.
* * *
An hour later, I wasin a massive amount of pain from my exertion, but I was showered and back in bed, pain pump reconnected to my IV, which I pressed immediately. I closed my eyes, the pain easing almost immediately.
Light flashed over my eyes briefly and I forced them open to see my hospital room door closing. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me, GoGo,” Jekyll whispered. “Did I wake you?”
I sighed. “Yes.”
“Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep.”
“Where’s my dad?” I asked, closing my eyes again.
“He ran home to shower. He said he’ll be back soon with some real food.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Need anything?”
I opened my eyes again. “Would you mind grabbing me some water?”
He nodded, guiding the straw to my mouth so I could drink. Once I’d had my fill, he pulled a chair up beside my bed and sat in it.
I studied him. “Why are you here?”
“I already told you.”
