{Silas’ POV}
We were in the hospital until around 1:00am. Owen had two broken ribs, his right arm was broken in three places, and his leg had been dislocated at the hip. It took a lot to get him put back together properly, and by the time he was done, he was ready to go. They told him four times that they’d rather him stay here, but getting Owen to do anything he doesn’t want to do is nearly impossible.
I pushed him out in a wheelchair, helping him carefully into the truck. “We gotta get you back, and into bed, that way I can go get Emmaline.”
“Silas, she’s fine with Noelle, she isn’t going to let anything happen to her. Emmaline is probably sleeping soundly, so let’s just be careful, and take our time. Last thing we need is to get into a big rush and get hurt even more!” Owen said,
