“Dylan.” Miles is tugging on my sleeve. “I’m hungry.”
I blink, coming out of my trance, and glance at my watch. Of course he’s hungry. It’s afternoon. I can’t leave here, not while waiting for the doctors to come back and examine Teo, tell me they’ll make him well.
Fuck. I can’t do this on my own. No matter how bad I feel for not being there for the guys, I need their help, and I hope they won’t mind.
“Just a minute, buddy.” I dig into my back pocket for my cell. “Gonna get some backup.”
“Can we get a burger?” Miles asks. “And soda?”
“I don’t know yet, buddy. We’ll find something. Hold on.”
I call Zane first. He’s my closest friend in the Brotherhood, and he’s already offered to help. But when he answers, out of breath—with laughter, I realize—he tells me he’s out of town, with Dakota’s folks. He asks if it’s important, if he should drop everything and drive here.
And he would, too, I know it.
I glance at Miles, who’s pouting, shifting from foot to foot, obviously bored, and sigh. No sense in bringing Zane back just for this. I tell him it’s not important and call the next person on my list.
Rafe. Always dependable, he’s another rock in the Brotherhood. But my call goes straight to voice mail, and a recorded message informs me that his inbox is full.
Frowning, I hang up and resign myself to calling Tyler and Erin. I’m leaving Asher and Audrey for last, as I still can barely bring myself to ask them for help, after having been such a dick to Ash.
Only problem is, Tyler tells me they’re visiting Erin’s family, and they’ve taken Asher and Audrey along. They won’t be back until late.
Fuck me. So much for swallowing my pride and asking for help. Though it’s not their fault for having a normal Sunday with their families, is it? I wish we had a family. Both Mom and Dad come from the west coast, and I haven’t even met their relatives. Could sure use some family support right now.
What can I do? Christ. Miles is still tugging on my sleeve, his mouth downturned at the corners.
I could call Tessa, I guess. If she hasn’t left town already… But why should she come? And how can I ask?
“We have to wait a bit longer, buddy,” I tell Miles. “Until the doctors examine Teo, and then we can go look for food.”
“That’s what always happens,” Miles says, and to my shock, his eyes are filling up with tears. “You don’t care about me. You don’t love me like you love Teo.”
I gape at him, my thoughts tripping over each other. “What? Says who?”
He shakes his head.
My brain is firing but coming up blank. I grapple for an explanation to this sudden outburst. “Did Charlie and Kate say this to you?”
“No.” He bites his lip and looks away. He looks so… shattered, it freaks me the hell out. “I just know it.”
“Why, Miles?” Dammit, my arms are full of Teo, who’s sleeping fitfully, our voices rousing him every time we speak. “That’s not true. I love you just as much as I love Teo.”
“You don’t.” Stubborn. Hurt.
“Come here.” I reach for him one-handed, but he turns his back to me and sniffles loudly.
He’s crying. I can’t remember the last time I saw Miles cry—even when he returned home bruised. My breath locks in my lungs. I reach for him again—but he starts running. Before I realize, he’s out of the room, his steps echoing in the corridor outside.
I stagger to my feet, clutching Teo close, and walk out only to find out I can’t see him anywhere.
Hell. He’s gone.
***
My head’s killing me. I swallow a couple Advil and sit down by Teo’s side as the doctor examines him, my mind split between my worry for him and Miles, who hasn’t been found yet.
Announcements are made every five minutes, asking Miles to go to the reception area. I’ve looked for him, run through the hospital and called out his name, but I can’t stay away from Teo now.
Fuck.
I’ve called Charlie and Kate, and they said they’ll come, though I don’t know what they can do.
I scrub my hands over my face, then through my short hair. “So, what’s the verdict?”
“As I said, it looks like Lyme disease.”
“So, what, he’s had it all this time? He’s been sick on and off for weeks now. At least since August.”
“We will see how his organs and joints fare,” the doctor, a nice lady, says. “But he doesn’t look so bad.”
I slump in my chair, closing my eyes briefly. Thank God. Then I open them again when her words sink in. My pulse thunders in my ears. “What are you saying? He may have problems with his organs and joints?”