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Gray remembered taking a step, sinking toward the couch and then nothing until he heard Mason calling his name and felt something cold-as-fuck against his face.
Jack and Mason loomed over him. “Did you just fucking faint?” Jack asked.
“No.” Gray pushed at Jack’s chest to get him out of the way, then sat up.
Jack sat on the edge of the coffee table and glared at him. “The hell you didn’t.”
Gray scowled at him. “I’m fine.”
“Gray…”
Had he really fainted? Fuck. “The paramedics said I was in shock, but I didn’t have time to?—”
“So you just what, went back to the precinct and did paperwork? You’re lucky you didn’t fall on your face there.”
“I was fine until… Until it all came back just now.” The edges of his vision started to go dark again.
“Lie down,” Jack ordered.
Gray pushed Jack’s arm away. “I said I was okay.” He took the cold cloth and rubbed it over his neck.
“Fuck if we’re going to believe you after you passed out,” Mason said. “You really think you can pull that shit with us?”
Gray exhaled. “Fine. I’m not okay. I’m shaky and scared, and I feel like I might be sick. I can’t stop seeing what happened. It’s playing over and over like a movie in my head.”
“A sniper took Whittaker out? Is that right?” Mason asked. “That’s what they’re saying on TV.”
Gray nodded. “Yeah. He was reaching for a gun. He was going to kill Jenna. I was tied up and couldn’t do anything to save her. Then his head exploded. I can’t stop seeing it, and I feel like I still have Jenna’s blood on me even after I showered at the precinct.”
Mason looked slightly sick himself. But Jack nodded. “Can you make it to the bed?”
“Yes, I’m not a fucking invalid.”
Jack raised a brow. “You almost ended up facedown on the floor. That seems pretty damn close.”
“But you caught me,” Gray said. He realized how thankful he was for that. For all the times they’d caught him, figuratively and literally.
Mason stroked Gray’s cheek, his eyes shiny with tears. “We could have lost you.”
“I… yeah,” Gray said.
“I want you on the bed,” Jack said, command in his voice.
Gray looked up. He understood what Jack wanted, what Jack thought Gray needed. Was he going to let Jack take charge?
Mason laid a hand on his thigh. “Will you please let us take care of you?”
“Get on the fucking bed.” Jack had none of Mason’s gentleness for him tonight.
Gray glared at him.
“Don’t try to intimidate me.”
Gray didn’t even argue when Mason took one arm and Jack the other, because he was unsteady as fuck. Even after Jack had been shot, Gray hadn’t been this shaky. At least not right away. The adrenaline kept pumping through him that day, until he’d collapsed against the side of Jack’s hospital bed.
When they reached the bedroom, Gray started to climb on the bed, but Jack shook his head. “Sit on the end.” Then he glanced at Mason “Strip him.”
Mason sucked in his breath.
