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“Jesus,” Sebastian muttered.

The three of us – me, Sebastian, and Johnny – were all standing in the hallway outside Connor’s room. Sebastian had just finished playing the voicemail back on his phone. Johnny refused to leave Connor, so we’d had to move from spot to spot like we were using a divining wand until we finally enough reception to play back the message. It was muffled and staticky in places, but most of the conversation came through.

Johnny frowned at me after it was over. “Why did you go outside?”

“You know I went to go get the food!”

“You could have walked through the hospital.”

“I would have if I thought that psychotic bitch was going to be waiting for me.”

“Yeah, well… don’t go outside unprotected again.”

“You were going to send me home,” I pointed out. “She could have just as easily gotten me when I walked out to catch the cab, or when I got to my apartment. Besides, she didn’t do anything – and she’s not going to do anything, not when there’s this much heat on her from