"You all right?" My dad steps over, and I think he's talking to me, but his eyes are on Ford. I glance back to Ford and see why he's asking. The white button-up shirt under his black suit has a blooming red spot on it and is beginning to spread across the material.
"Oh my god." I move closer to him as he untucks his shirt to reveal a white bandage that's soaked through. "What happened?" I ask as worry builds in my stomach.
No one answers me, and I look up at Ford who is completely stoic.
"That's classified, Sloan," Ford finally says. I don't think he's ever called me by my real name before. "I think I just pulled a stitch when I caught you. It's fine. I've had worse." He tries to reassure me, but now I'm wracked with guilt.
"Why don't you go see Dr. Morgan and I'll meet up with you whe
