Chapter 28
Darren looked ill.
Well, of course he does, the little voice in his head piped up, but Jayden noticed it anyway. He was white-faced, dark circles under his eyes, and looked small and thin even though he couldn’t have lost any weight from an overdose. There was a cotton bud taped to the inside of his elbow, and a note scrawled on the whiteboard on the wall that he wasn’t to be given any painkillers or sleeping aids.
Jayden took a hitching breath and swallowed against tears.
“Scott,” Darren said quietly.
“Like f**k,” Scott said, standing. He couldn’t have been more than two inches taller than Darren—and therefore Jayden as well—but he somehow loomed, the dark expression on his face threatening. “Where the f**k have you been?” he snarled.
“Scott!”
He worked his jaw, and Jayd
