Hunter's POV
"Hey grandma, how are you?" I ask as I enter her hospital room with a bouquet of flowers.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school, young man?" she frowns.
"School can wait; I have a sick grandmother," I reply, placing the flowers on the table.
"You could have seen me after; school is very important, Hunter."
"I know, and I'm smart. Don’t worry," I say, kissing her forehead.
"You're in a g**g; I'm always worried," she chuckles.
"Only Victor and Spencer know you're here," I admit.
"Why didn't you tell Trish? She seems like a nice girl."
I wish I had. "I didn't want to worry her; besides, she has other things to deal with," I shrug.
"Hunter Isaac McCoy! If you don't bring that girl to see me tomorrow, I'll skin you alive," grandma exclaims, raising her blood pressure.
"Ok
