But he was there.
Tyler looked at me and managed a crooked smile.
“Hey.”
I stopped beside the bed.
For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.
Then anger arrived right behind relief.
“You idiot.”
His smile faded.
“Fair.”
“You absolute idiot.”
“I know.”
I leaned down and kissed his forehead carefully.
Then I started crying.
Tyler reached for my hand with his good arm.
“I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I will be.”
That was different.
I could accept that.
I sat beside him and held his hand.
He had a fractured shoulder, three cracked ribs, and a concussion.
The doctors wanted to keep him overnight for observation.
It could have been so much worse.
I knew that.
So did he.
After a while, Tyler glanced at me.
“How did you even know I was here?”
I wiped my face.
“I went to the station.”
His eyes closed.
“Oh no.”
“With balloons.”
He groaned.
“And cake.”
“Amanda.”
“Your favorite one.”
He gave a weak laugh, then immediately winced because of his ribs.
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“You don’t deserve cake.”
“That’s cruel.”
I squeezed his fingers.
Then I remembered Captain Reyes’s first words.
“You don’t know yet?”
Something about them still bothered me.
“Tyler.”
