Chapter 26: Why didn't I give in months ago?

LEO

I hated this fucking hospital. We'd been coming to it for way too many years, almost always to see Nate; although I'd had my share of broken bones and mild concussions, none of them had called for a hospital stay.

"I hate this place," I muttered to Quinn. "It smells funny and people die here." As soon as I said the words, I could've bitten off my tongue. I knew how worried she was about Nate.

But to my relief she only smiled and shook her head. "Tell you what. If you're a good boy, I'll give you a treat when we're finished here." The sideways glance she shot me gave a hint about what that treat might be. Oh, baby.

The ICU was on the fifth floor. We were silent in the elevator, although Quinn gripped my hand a little tighter the closer we got to that floor. I could practically feel her nerves.

"Baby, remember, I need to use this hand for catching the football tomorrow night. Don't break my fingers, okay?"