"Indigo?"
"Yes, Jane?" I asked as she walked in.
She crossed her arms and looked at me with her head crooked, "Why are you so snappy? It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you spent the weekend in the infirmary with an inmate who happens to also be a patient, would it?"
I glared at her, "Do not even go there."
"Jericho has asked to see you when you're available."
I groaned and dropped my head into my hands, "He's going to k¡ll me."
She shut the door and came over to the desk, "Indigo, what is going on?"
I sighed and leaned back, "I honestly don't know, Jane. He's... fragile. And he needs someone who will be there for him."
"You're his therapist. You do an amazing job with these guys, Indi, but you're getting in over your head with this one. You're getting too involved.
