Chapter 19Devin followed Murrie down the corridor and into a hideous room decorated in pink. On the bed was Dillon, pale and unmoving. When they entered the room, he turned toward them and something in Devin’s chest eased. He was alive. Everything else was fixable. With time and support, everything was fixable.
He had an urge to run back to Mars but forced himself to near the bed. “Hi.”
Dillon nodded.
“You okay?”
The dazed look Dillon gave him said no, he was not okay, but then he nodded. Okay was relative.
“Not bleeding anywhere?” He sat on the edge.
Dillon shook his head.
There was a plastic rustle, and then Murrie neared the bed. He held out a blue M&M to Devin, and a lump formed in his throat as he took it. Trauma care by M&Ms.
Murrie grabbed a green and gave it to Dillon. Dill
