4
Walker headed down the hall of the hospital toward Arlo’s room, clutching a cup of bitter liquid from the hospital cafeteria that claimed to be coffee. After yesterday, he could use plenty of extra energy, but still, he grimaced every time he took a sip. He hoped Arlo wasn’t eating any food from that cafeteria. One meal from there might finish what the heart attack started.
Down the hall, he could see his brothers huddled outside Arlo’s hospital room. Colt and Sawyer were talking animatedly, oblivious to the hospital staff whirling around them. Walker walked up and clapped them on the back, being careful not to spill his drink. It was s**t coffee, but he’d paid six dollars for it.
“Hey guys. Do either of you know what this is about?” he asked them.
Colt and Sawyer shook their heads
