Bones and Sunny’s is yellow and black.
Skip and Eli’s is red and white.
Max and Lila just moved in and haven’t picked a color yet.
Mine?
White…just like the rest of the normal doors.
Abigail has been begging me to let her paint it for years.
Back then, I said no because I was trying to keep my distance. Now I’m wondering if somewhere deep down… I always knew we’d end up here.
“I’ll switch the doors,” I shrug.
“Really?” she asks softly. “You’d do that for me?”
“Oh, babygirl,” I sigh. “Don’t you get it yet? I’d do anything for you.”
I point a warning finger at her.
“Now stop talking.”
“Last thing,” she whispers. “I swear.”
I scowl.
“Fine. What is it?”
“I love you.”
Fuck.
“You already know I love you,” I say roughly. “But words will never be enough to explain how much.”
I lean forward and brush her hair back from her face.
“Now close those beautiful eyes and get some sleep.”
She studies me for one long moment before finally closing them, a soft smile still on her lips.
“Blood’s here,” Patch announces loudly as he walks into the room.
Abigail’s eyes snap back open.
“Damnit, brother,” I growl. “She needs sleep.”
“She needs blood if you want her to keep living,” Patch replies casually. “Sleep or blood, brother. Choose.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter as he grins. “Hook her up so she can get some rest.”
“That man of yours is the worst patient I’ve ever had,” Patch tells Abby as he hangs the bag. “Did he ever tell you about the time I had to stitch his ass?”
“Patch,” I warn.
“He got bit… by a monkey.”
Abigail laughs.
