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Drew eyes the chair as if it were a snake. “Yeah. But I’m not getting in that.”
She gives him a patient smile. “Hospital regulations, I’m afraid. Even for you.” There’s steel in the look she pins on him, and Drew’s scowl grows because we all know he isn’t going to argue with her.
“Fine.” He hops down from his bed and spins into position on one leg. He doesn’t look at anyone as the nurse props his feet on the footrests and gives him a friendly pat on his arm. “All set?”
“Yes.” He hates being in the wheelchair. Every line in his body, his sullen glare, radiates that fact. Spitting nails mad is what my grandpa would have called Drew’s expression.
“Good. Now I just need to know that you have someone taking care of you at home for the next few days.”
Drew’s chin jerks up. “I do not need someone taking care of me. I’m fine.”
Again, the nurse uses her patient-don’t-fuss-with-me smile. “And I do not want to see you back in here, Mr. Baylor. Allow yourself time to become accustomed to your crutches before you go it alone.”
Drew’s hands curl into tight fists. I’ve seen that look in his eyes before. Just before he blew up at me.
I step in. “I’ll be taking care of Drew.”
His glare cuts to me like a swinging scythe. “No.”
It echoes through the air, hard and ugly. And my back grows so tense it feels as though my spine is a steel rod. “Yes, I am.”
Drew’s nostrils flare. “I do not want your pity.” If words were nails, I’d have been punctured.
I affect a long sigh. “All right. Gray, cross ‘pity Drew’ off my to-do list, would you?”
Gray chokes off on a smothered laugh, and Coach Smith has a sudden interest in his shoes. Drew’s eyes narrow into slits and, for a long moment, I’m sure he’s going to yell, but his mouth starts twitching.
“I told you she was a smart-ass,” he says to Gray.
“Huh,” Gray scratches the back of his head. “I could have sworn you said, ‘pain in the ass.’”
The nurse picks the moment to cut in. “Are we all set then?”
“I’ll bring the car around,” I say. Bad enough that Drew has to be wheeled out. My watching will not sit well with him.
“Anna...”
I cut Drew off before he can resume his anti-pity objections. “If it were me, would you do the same?”
Everyone goes quiet.
“Yes.” He says it so softly yet with such force that my breath hitches. His darks eyes stare into mine. “Yes.”
And suddenly everything else fades. It’s just us in the room.
“And if I needed help but didn’t want to ask for it?” I ask.
His chest lifts on a breath as he looks at me. “I would never leave you.”
It hurts to swallow, and my voice comes out rougher than it should. “Then don’t ask it of me.”
When he nods, he doesn’t meet my eyes, but I know it’s because there are too many people in the room. “Get the car.”
Drew
Coming home has never felt so good. Not since before my parents died, have I experienced such relief when entering my house. It’s warm, quiet, and the scent of leather and general cleanliness surround me as I hobble into the living room, my crutches thudding against the polished wood floor. I halt and look around before turning to Anna, who has taken an extreme interest in a remote spot on the wall.
“You cleaned.” The whole house gleams.
