it to you, but if they accept money and actually let you touch them, theyâre no longer just a stripper.â
Henry mumbled something under his breath, and Tyler chuckled. âUsually you deliver your insults at a roar.â
âAt least I found someone to love. Not everyone does, and some of us donât have all the time in the world, you know.â
It was far too true, and Tyler stared at Henry, the silence between them thick enough to cut with a knife.
Tyler didnât like to talk about the day he got shot, but with Henry . . . Well, he felt like the old guy could empathize. Besides, heâd heard all his battle stories. Might as well share his before Henry was gone.
âDid I ever tell you about when I got shot?â
Henry opened both of his eyes and sat up a bit. âNo, havenât heard that one.â
âWanna hear it now?â
Henry nodded. âSure, kid.â
Tyler started talking, staring at the wall as he remembered. âI was patrolling with my dog, Rex. He was this big German shepherd, about ninety pounds and smart as hell. We were just walking, and then there was this slicing pain. There were bullets flying everywhere; it took me a second to even realize Rex wasnât moving. I radioed for help and just kept holding Rex as I waited. And then when I was in the hospital, my friend brought me a plastic container full of ashes and told me they belonged to Rex. That theyâd burned him and thought Iâd want to take him home with me. Corny, right? But I did, even bought an engraved urn and everything. It sits up on the shelf in my room.â
Henryâs gaze was heavy, belying his lighthearted insult. âYouâre still a crap storyteller.â
âI know.â He gave his friend a little salute as he stood up. âIâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
Henry didnât respond, just stared at him for a few seconds. Finally, he returned the salute. âThank you for making my time here not so shitty.â
Tyler hated how much the words sounded like good-bye.
S EVERAL HOURS LATER , Dani stood in the hallway of Mercy San Juan Hospital, outside of Noahâs room, talking to his doctor. After X-rays, blood tests, and a mountain of tears from both Noah and Dani, Dr. Barrick finally had answers.
âWe believe that Noah got a tear in his esophagus while vomiting yesterday, and it bled into his stomach. At this point, we donât think weâll have to repair it surgically, as these tears usually heal on their own. However, weâd like to keep him a day or so for observation.â
Despite the doctorâs almost casual, no-big-deal tone, Dani still had a lump of panic lodged in her throat. âIs there anything I need to watch for?â
âOther than if the vomiting continues, no. Heâs being monitored by the machines and getting fluids. You might want to grab a couple of things from home to make him more comfortable, but otherwise, I assure you, heâs in good hands.â
âThank you.â Dani could tell that the doctor was anxious to move on, and she wanted to be back in the room with Noah. She could see her mom sitting next to his bed, giving Dani hand cues and mouthing Whatâs he saying? while Noah watched Mickey Mouse Clubhouse , his thumb in his mouth. Dani had been trying to break him of the habit, but today she would let it slide.
She entered the room, walked straight to the head of Noahâs hospital bed, and began brushing back his curls. He didnât take his hazel eyes from the screen, but he did reach up with his IV-free hand to hold hers.
âWhat did the doctor say?â her mom demanded.
âThat they want to keep him overnight for observation, but he should be fine.â Dani gave her mom a warning look when she opened her mouth again. She didnât want to discuss what the doctor had said in front of Noah. âDo you mind going to my place and packing a bag for Noah and me? And
Morten Storm, Paul Cruickshank, Tim Lister