He may have caught me as gently as he could, but still.
“Come to bed,” he urged softly in my ear. “I’ll get you some medication.”
He gave me something amazing and I eventually was in no pain as I lay in bed and listened to Eedie and Webber talk quietly about the movie we were watching.
I was so comfortable and warm that I found myself falling asleep without another thought.
“My job,” I said the moment I woke up, in enough pain that it woke me.
Even worse, in my panic, I forgot that I couldn’t see and started panicking even more.
It was seriously scary not to be able to see.
I couldn’t even pry my eyes open—and I’d tried—they were that swollen shut.
“I’ll have Apollo handle it.” I assumed Webber dialed Apollo, because Apollo’s voice filled the room around me.
“Webber, what’s up?” Apollo asked, sounding distracted.
I knew Apollo well, and he probably was distracted.
He always had something brewing, and he would never slow down, even with him running for state office.
“Need some help,” Webber explained everything, and Apollo hummed. “On it. I’ll just do her work remotely, and they won’t notice she’s not even there.”
That was sadly true.
Most nights, I was the only one there, and I arrived after everyone left.
And, since I was traveling around to various departments throughout the hospital, they might not even know I wasn’t there if they came looking for me.
“Good, thanks, man,” Webber said as he hung up.
The silence stretched, and I yawned, which was the wrong move, because holy hell did my jaw hurt.
I must’ve let out an inadvertent whimper because I felt the bed shift, and then heard Webber walk out of the room.
I had no clue what time it was, but Webber didn’t seem to care that it was probably early in the morning.
I hated that I disturbed him, though.
I hated even more that we never got to his side of the explanation.
I curled into a ball on my unabused side and closed my eyes.
The bed shifted again, and Webber said, “Here.”
I took it, and only when Webber was back in the bed beside me did I say, “What happened that night, Webber?”
He cleared his throat, then explained what had happened.
He then told me about what my dad had said, and how he’d reacted.
He then started to apologize, and that’s when I realized that he blamed himself.
“You need to tell me what happened to Moran’s brother,” I murmured quietly. “Was that his body in the car we dropped off that night?”
Silence.
