Chapter 18
“Hyde,” I said as I walked out of the bathroom, “would you mind apologizing to your friend for me when you—Oh!”
He wasn’t alone. A nurse who I judged to be about ten years older than Hyde was chatting with him.
“Good evening.” Her smile faded as she studied my face. “No, it hasn’t been a good evening for you. I have the ibuprofen Dr. Alden ordered.”
“Thank you.” I climbed back into bed, and she checked my wristband before giving me a small paper cup holding two tablets.
“Are you staying, Mr. Wyndham?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“But there’s no place for you to sleep. I mean…” I wouldn’t have minded if he slept with me, but I’d never shared a bed, especially one as narrow as this, and I wasn’t sure if either of us would get much sleep.
“Yes, there is. Didn’t you notice this chair?
