Page 49 of Gary

“How…?” He looked up and over and saw his uncle leaning on the hood of his vehicle, across from him.

“What are you doing here?”

“My brother summoned, so I dropped everything to get here.”

“Is he…?”

“No…, okay, this is ridiculous. Get out of the vehicle and let’s go see what he has to say.”

Hanging up the phone, Gary did just that, sucking in his breath as the wind hit him full in the face.

“We are in for some rain.” Graham secured his vehicle and joined his nephew as they made their way towards the entrance of the hospital. “Where have you been?”

“Home.”

“You were not answering your phone.”

“I was busy.” They stepped aside for some nurses who coming through the entrance doors and ignored the admiring looks they were receiving.

“Doing what?”

Gary shot him an amused look as they walked over to the reception area. “You are forgetting that I am an adult.” They greeted the nurse who told them to go straight to the room.

“He has been his usual cheerful self.” The woman told them with a rueful smile. “Demanding to be allowed to go home and criticizing the cuisine.”

“I hope you told him where to get off,” Graham said with a grin.

“I didn’t get a chance.”

They made their way to the private room, passing several people in the waiting area. The hospital catered mostly to rich clientele, but they had established an area for people with special needs.

Gary knew that his family had built a pediatric wing to cater to children suffering from terminal diseases as well as an area where parents could crash and be with the children.

“Who is the girl?”

He was roused from his thoughts by his uncle’s question.

“Who says there is one?”

“You have been absent and when I call, you don’t pick up.”

“Perhaps you should take the hint,” Gary grinned at him as he pushed the door open.

“Where the hell have you been?” The man propped up on several pillows growled as soon as they entered the room.

“Good morning to you too, brother. Good to see you have not lost your normal cheerful disposition.”

Grant glared at him, before directing his blistering gray eyes to his son who had walked over to the wall facing the bed and was leaning against it.

“I called you several times.”

“I was busy.”

“I am in the hospital.”

“I checked to make certain you were not on the verge of kicking the bucket and then went right back to being busy.” They stared at each other – a battle of wills, before the older man dropped his gaze and his fierce expression.

“I want to get out of here.”

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