Page 5 of Chase the Sunset
“Are you hungry?” Greta asked. “Meg and Bristol cooked up a whole feast and have it set up in the waiting area.”
“I’m not surprised,” I laughed. “I’m sure they’re luring people away from the cafeteria.”
“If they are, you can’t really blame the people. You know Meg and Bristol can run circles around anyone with their cooking, and that includes mediocre hospital food.” Luna sat on the foot of my bed and tipped her head back to look at the ceiling. “They even had two kinds of pie and ice cream.”
I glanced at Dad. “I’m going to need you to bring me some of everything they have out there.”
Dad rolled his eyes. “All I want is the fucking test results.”
Mom shook her head and rested her hand on my arm. “I’ll get you a plate. I should have grabbed you some before, but I wasn’t sure if you were going to be hungry or not.”
“Thanks, Ma.”
Greta huffed. “Whenever I was in the hospital, you weren’t running around getting me food.”
“Put a sock in it, Gretasourus,” I laughed.
Greta raised her fist, acted like she was winding up a jack-in-the-box, then her middle finger popped up. “Sit and spin, big brother.”
“Would you two knock it off?” Dad growled. “You’re both in your twenties and still argue like you’re in diapers.”
Greta curled her lip and scowled. “Oh, please.”
“Come with me to get some food for your dad and brother, Greta,” Mom called. “We can let everyone know what is going on.”
“Nothing?” Dad grunted. “Nothing is going on because this hospital can’t seem to get their thumb out of their ass and take care of their patients.”
“Take him with you.” I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillow. “I could use a break from him, too.”
“Let’s go,” Mom called. “We should let Grant get some rest.”
Dad grumbled about needing answers, not rest.
“Now,” Mom scolded softly.
I cracked open one eye because I knew that tone. She was not fucking around.
Dad knew it, too. “We’re grabbing food and coming right back here. I want to be around when that doctor decides to do her job.”
“Jesus,” Luna chuckled. She led the way out, with Dad bringing up the rear. He closed the door behind him, and it was finally quiet.
I had barely been alone since I had taken a nosedive yesterday.
Mom told me Birdie had managed to catch me before my head hit to floor, and as soon as she did, people swarmed me. I guess if you were going to pass out, a hospital was the best place to do it.
If only they could tell what was wrong with me.
I had felt a little off the past couple of days, but I hadn’t thought anything of it.
Stress had reached an all-time high for the entire club, and shit had finally come to a head yesterday.
Zig was back where he belonged.
Any connection to Malcom was gone.
Kerry was alive.
Stress gone.
