Mr. Kincaid drove them to the hospital in his sleek black car. On the way, Will was crying helplessly, his face red and still swollen. His bandages were clearly stained red with blood.
Macy tried to do her best to soothe him, saying comforting words while the designer car sped over the roads. She herself was incredibly afraid for him – the wound looked nasty. But Macy kept calm, trying to be strong for her brave little boy.
Her boss’ steady, silent presence beside her was weirdly grounding beside her, it was one of the reasons why she wasn’t bawling her eyes out. Mr. Kincaid was completely unflappable, managing the situation with quiet efficiency. Macy couldn’t help but draw strength from him, grounding herself with his calm aura.
It didn’t take too long for them to reach the hospita
