Charis
"Can I at least see Rhett before I leave?" I asked as Dr Maxwell supervised my discharge process.
I had changed into fresh clothes that Kael had dropped off this morning before disappearing without a word. Slater had left at some point, too, and wasn't back yet.
I was getting used to having the boys constantly swarming around me, fussing over what I shouldn't do and what I should do. It was something I enjoyed and looked forward to, but today of all days, no one was with me.
"I'm sorry, Eamon," Maxwell replied, scribbling something into the clipboard he had in his hand. "Not right now. Rhett is resting."
"That's what I was told this morning, too," I pressed. "I saved this guy, and he's my friend; I'm supposed to have access to him whenever I want. Why am I being denied that?"
