He also had a brand-new blue cast on his left foot.
“Adair…,” I said, squeezing his shoulder. “What happened?”
He squinted at me and slurred, “Indigo?”
“Oh my God, is he okay?”
Delly’s voice barely breached the ringing in my ears, and I kept my eyes firmly on Adair.
“Do you want to go inside now?” I asked him gently.
He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled, turning almost green as he whispered, “Please.”
Stomach in knots, I glanced over my shoulder, taking in Delly and the tall, blond guy beside her.
“Cole?”
He stepped around Delly. “That’s me, babe.”
Adair swatted outside the car and grumbled something unintelligible at his friend. Turning my attention back to him, I saw that his eyes were closed and his head was lolling again.
I removed my hand from his shoulder and pinched his chin between my fingers.
“Adair,” I said firmly, softening my expression when his hazel eyes opened. “You need to work with us a little to get out of here. Cole is going to get one side, and I’ll get the other, okay?”
He made a pitiful noise that was something like agreement, and I turned back to Cole and Delly, neither of whom I was impressed with at the moment.
“Delly, can you grab whatever meds they sent him home with and then go open the front door and the door to your brother’s room?”
She nodded, throwing a worried glance at Adair before hurrying off to the house, apparently forgetting the first part of my request.
But Cole jumped into action, thankfully, talking soothingly to Adair as he hoisted him back out of the Bronco carefully.
I tucked myself under Adair’s other arm, cursing his height while thanking years of dance for my thigh muscles as we carefully walked him between us to the house.
Delly would have to come back and close the Bronco door. No way was I going to compromise our balance to kick it shut.
By the time we got inside, Adair was fully green, taking shallow breaths like he was holding onto the contents of his stomach for dear life.
Delly was waiting for us in the kitchen, still in her scrubs from her workday.
Just another piece of the whatever-the-hell-happened-today puzzle.
“Delly, grab him a big bowl from the kitchen and put it on his bed. Then go shut the car door, please, and get the meds.”
She nodded and hurried off.
Cole followed my lead as we guided Adair to his bedroom and got him sitting on the bed. He leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs and dropped his head into his hands. His back rose and fell with deep, shuddering breaths, and Cole sat beside him, rubbing his back with a grimace.
Adair was tall enough that even sitting down like this, I was only a few inches taller than him.
“Feeling pretty shitty, huh?” Cole asked in a soft voice, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
Adair took one more deep breath, but it sounded like a struggle. Then he ran both hands through his hair and looked up at me.
“Hi,” I said gently. “What happened?”
“Had a little procedure to fix my ankle,” he said, his voice hoarse. “And I think my best friend might be a moron.”
