After getting the all-clear, I race into the emergency room and find Derrick lying in one of the beds looking pale and exhausted while Wyatt holds his hand and affectionately strokes his hair. Seeing Derrick like this makes my chest ache. Why the f**k didn’t I think to grab my s**t before leaving the club?
“I’m so, so, so sorry,” I chant, rushing over and enveloping Derrick in a big hug, but being careful with the pressure. “I forgot my bag at the club last night and didn’t get it back till this morning. I came right over as soon as I saw the texts. How are you feeling? What’s wrong?” I ask with rapid-fire, pulling back to look at him.
“I was starting to worry about you; you never go anywhere without your phone and after what Wyatt said…” says Derrick, looking me over searching for somet
