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Quincey
They were removing my tube when I heard holy hell being raised in the hallway.
“I will be going in there. Now move.”
The door was opening—a hand appeared, stopping it. A nurse shoved her way between that voice and my room. “You can’t— Sir! You need to wait.”
Two hands went under her arms, and she was lifted clear from the doorway. A second later, one of those hands came to the door, and it was shoved open.
Nate walked inside, a glower set firm on his face.
He stopped just inside, seeing me, and seeing what they’re in the middle of doing. He closed his eyes.
Alarm rose as I saw him waver on his feet, but then a smaller hand grabbed his arm from behind. Recognizing his sister as Aspen came around him, holding him up, I relaxed.
He’d be okay. He had family with him.
Then
