ANTHONY'S POV
Suzan and I walked in silence down the hospital corridor. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled my nose, irritating the hell out of me. I hated hospitals—the cold sterility, the quiet hum of machines, the distant murmurs of doctors discussing cases. But I couldn't leave. Not yet. Not when Julian was still receiving treatment.
As we passed a vending machine, I caught sight of a row of ice cream popsicles. My steps faltered.
Julian's words echoed in my head.
I clenched my jaw. Why the hell am I doing this?
"Why did you stop?" Suzan's voice cut through the quiet, laced with confusion.
I ignored her, inserting a few bills into the machine and pressing the button for a strawberry-chocolate popsicle.
"Anth—"
I turned, holding it out to her before she could
