Chapter 32
The moment he walked in the door, Jayden felt calmer. The curtains were open. The half-hour monitoring chart was gone. There was an empty crisp packet on the bedside table. Darren was sitting up—half, not quite fully upright yet, but it was still up—and one knee was bent, supporting a book. He was awake. Properly, really, one hundred percent awake.
“Hey,” Jayden said, sticking his hands in his pockets. His smile hurt. He wanted to fling himself across the bed and hug Darren until he couldn’t breathe, and he clenched his hands into fists in his blazer to stop himself from doing it.
“That’s it?” Darren blinked and pushed the book aside. “I don’t get a hug or anything?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jayden blurted out.
Darren simply held out one arm. The other was still strapped
