He handed it over to Weaver immediately. “Got the last of the soup.”
Earlier in the day, Gentry had stopped by to give me an update on my parents, while also making sure that I wasn’t left alone.
According to him, nothing else had happened regarding their case, and had said they were waiting on them to mess up.
Or for Apollo to find something more.
He’d sat with me for an hour on his lunch break when I’d picked through my measly pickings they’d offered me for lunch.
I hadn’t realized that he’d planned on coming back.
But the way he kept looking over his shoulder as if expecting to see someone had me frowning.
“What are you looking for?”
He opened his mouth to reply when the door opened and Sage walked in with a new bag of saline and some new socks.
“Okay, okay,” Sage chirped. “I’m heading out for the day, my dear. But your night nurse, I’m told, is almost as competent as I am. I…”
Her voice trailed off as she looked at Gentry and Weaver.
A frown marred her face as she stared hard at Gentry.
Her face was white, her eyes were wide, and she swayed on her feet.
Weaver moved forward and caught Sage before she could hit the ground and pass out. “You okay?”
“I…” Sage paused. “I’m…”
She set the things in her hand down and methodically got to work on the IV bag.
She placed the socks into Weaver’s hands before saying, “She needs these on if she’s going to walk anywhere. Don’t let her walk by herself, and don’t let her act like she can use the bathroom by herself yet, either. She can’t. She can barely sit down, let alone stand up.”
Weaver nodded, still looking concerned for her.
“I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Sage’s voice was higher than usual. “Take care of yourself, Eddy.”
Sage left like her life depended on getting out of the room as fast as she could.
When I looked back at Gentry, it was to see him looking pretty green.
Oh, and he looked like he was about to bolt.
“Thanks, Gentry,” I said softly. “I didn’t realize that police officers made food runs.”
He opened his mouth to say something but Sage walked into the room with more blankets and sheets, momentarily stealing my focus.
“Is Sage…”
She placed them down and looked up at Gentry, a look of such all-encompassing hurt on her face that I felt like I’d been sucker-punched in the chest.
A cry left her throat, but she closed her mouth and walked fast toward the door.
She had the door closed behind her when I looked at Gentry again.
“You okay, Gentry?” I asked.
Gentry looked like he’d seen a ghost.
