"Depends on recovery. I'm guessing about an hour. We'll be moving him down to the second floor. You're welcome to go wait in the I.C.U. waiting room. The nurses will get you once he's ready for visitors. Please feel free to let the nurses know any questions you have and I'll answer them when I come around to see him later."
"Thank you." Lance wanted to hug her for saving Angus but resisted. "I mean that. Thank you for saving him. I saw how bad it was. I know what you did, and you're amazing."
"I'm glad he came through. I'll talk to you soon." She patted his arm and left.
"Can someone go let Lizzy and Martin know?" Lance asked.
"I'll do it." Megan gave Jackson a kiss on the cheek. "Meet you in the I.C.U. waiting room."
"I think I'll run down and get us more coffee." Franks met Gretta's gaze. "Help me?"
"Of course." She paused and hugged Lance gently. "He's going to pull through."
"He is." Lance wished he believed the words as he said them, but he was still worried. A number of things could go wrong still. He couldn't stop seeing Angus's ghost leaving his body, and until Angus was awake and talking to him, there was a part of him that questioned if his spirit was still inside him.
"Come on, Bro., I'll help you down to the waiting room. Then I'll head home and take care of Haunt." Jackson set his hand on Lance's back. "You still okay to walk?"
"Yeah, it's the shoulder that hurts. What about your arm? You never got stitches." Lance looked at his brother's bicep. The cut was dry now, caked with blood.
"It's okay. I've had much worse. I'll clean it when I get home and put a bandage on it. No point in getting stitches now. Do you want me to fill that prescription the doctor gave you?"
"No, I want to be alert. Pain meds make me drowsy. There's a bottle of ibuprofen in the kitchen cupboard beside the fridge. Just bring it when you come back. Get me a few sweatpants, and some t-shirts. Baggy stuff so it doesn't rub against the cuts." Lance tried to think. "Underwear. The left side of the dresser is mine. Three drawers. Top one is underwear and socks. Bring my old tennis shoes. I think I need to throw these out." He glanced down at the bloody pair he currently wore.
"I can get the blood out of anything," Jackson told him. "Anything else?"
"The book on my nightstand. Grab the one on Angus's nightstand as well. I'll read it to him." Lance yawned. "I can text you if I think of anything else."
"Let's get you downstairs where you can relax." Jackson led him toward the elevators. Jeremy, Isaac, Ray, and Bethany followed them.
Once in the elevator, Ray said, "Bethany and I will ride home with Jackson. Remind him we'll be there if he has questions. He knows how to communicate with us through touch."
Lance smiled. "Thanks." Then he glanced at Jackson. "Ray and Bethany will ride home with you in the Uber. He wanted me to remind you that you can talk to them the same way you do Kel, with touch."
"Got it." Jackson nodded.
"And have him tell Megan that I headed home as well. I'll be back tomorrow to see how things are," Isaac told him. "Remind her to call her mother in the morning. She'll be worried."
Lance passed the message to his brother. "It will be morning by the time you get home." He glanced out the window as they stepped off the elevator, seeing the sun starting to just barely brighten the sky.
"It's been a long night for all of us," Jackson agreed. "Meg and I will get some sleep, but we'll be back before lunch. You can call me if you need me before that."
"Leave me your number. I haven't had time to memorize it. I don't have my phone, so I can't just hit your name like I'm used to." Jackson had gotten a new phone once he'd settled back in town. God, had that only been a few days ago? It felt like forever.
They walked into the I.C.U. waiting room and Lance went straight to the small couch, glad there wasn't anyone else in there with them. He sat down. "I'm good. Go ahead and go. I'll get coffee from Franks, then send him on his way as well. I promise to call if anything changes. Eve's around if I need to get messages to anyone and can't call." At least he hoped the ghost was still with Angus since he hadn't seen her in several hours.
"You sure you're okay?" Jackson asked.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to rest a bit. It won't be long before they bring Angus in and I can settle in his room." Lance saw the worry in his brother's eyes. "Seriously, I'll be okay. I'm better now that he's out of surgery. I just kept having visions of him bleeding out when they removed the glass. Once I see him, I'll be able to relax. Go home and get some sleep."
Jackson sighed. "Only because I know Haunt will need to go out. I'll be back in a few hours and bring you something to eat along with your clothes."
"Toothbrush too," Lance told him, fighting to keep his eyes open.
Jackson nodded. "Lie down and try and catch a nap. I'll be back."
"Thanks." Lance leaned back, not daring to lie down with his shoulder so sore. He closed his eyes and never even saw Jackson leave.
CHAPTER SEVEN
