Cassandra’s tears and how clearly relieved she and Greg were was worrying. “What’s wrong?” Speaking hurt his throat, and so did swallowing. His mouth was very dry.
“You almost died! That’s what’s wrong,” Cassandra said. “Don’t you remember?” Aiden winced and rubbed his throat, and she dug into her backpack. “Damn, I’m sorry. They had to intubate you. It probably hurts like a b***h. Let me get you some water.”
She cracked the seal and twisted the cap off, then held it out. “Here.”
Aiden flinched.
She blinked at him. “What’s the matter?”
“Gods, Cass, take it away. He’s about to have a panic attack,” Greg said.
Cassandra blinked again, and then she really looked at Aiden’s face. Whatever she saw there made her go pale. She closed the cap tightly and shoved the bottle deep into her backp
