I dragged in my mattress and blankets while Nesbit and Glenn fell asleep with their heads and arms propped on the gurney.
The sounds of deep sleep drifted my eyes almost shut until Mase wiggled his fingers at me to get my attention. I adjusted my head to see him better, my heart speeding when I saw that he wore a small yet surreptitious smile. He flicked a screw at me across the floor, but it rolled under the gurney. His hand came up with something else, and he pushed that toward me, too. A washer.
The man was giving me more iron. No one had ever encouraged my iron addiction except Ellison and Pop. No one else ever understood how much I needed it, least of all the most beautiful man I'd ever seen handing it out like candy.
My fingers closed around the washer, and when he flipped anot
