“Let me see Colton. Is it bad?”
Jackson answered before Colton could, “It’s nothing.”
Patricia shot him a look. “Did I ask you?” Then she turned to Colton, her voice softening. “Colton, you tell me.”
“It’s... not that bad, Aunt Patricia.”
She sat with Colton for a while, keeping him company, trying to make him feel better. After a bit, she glanced at Jackson and gave him a little nod to step outside with her.
The moment they reached the hallway, Patricia slapped Jackson’s arm, exasperated. “Didn’t I tell you to go easy on him?”
Jackson ducked away, rubbing his arm. “I did! The guy’s fragile. Seriously, one fall and his ribs just snap.”
Patricia leveled him with a look and sighed. “You need to be more careful.”
“Too late for that. Mr. Padilla wants to send him off to see his great-uncle.”
“Whose great-uncle?”
Jackson grinned, clearly enjoying this. “Your uncle. His great-uncle.”
Send him to the military? With Colton’s spoiled, carefree ways, he’d never survive. He’d probably end up in more trouble than he was worth.
Patricia frowned, not buying it. If anything happened to Colton, her uncle would be the one cleaning up the mess.
“You—”
Jackson cut her off, clearing his throat and glancing behind her. “Heads up, Patricia. Someone’s coming.”
Patricia turned. Nina was being wheeled out of a nearby room.
Of course. Both of them had fractured ribs. Hospital neighbors. Not surprising they’d bump into each other.
“Ms. Miller. What are the odds?” Patricia said, her tone polite but cool.
Nina nodded. “Yeah, pretty wild. What brings you here, Ms. Martin?”


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