ael got a call f

y. Something abo

e, expecting a bu

ng, he passed t

w Jes

al bed, stroking the hand o

an

adjusting his pillows,

nearby, lo

a smirk on his face. "F

Michael asked, his v

asually. "Nothing serious. Just a few scratches. J

led. "Michael. Brandon j

for this private room, best doctors. She's always been generous. That new sport

s car

thing. Brandon was the one who hit that kid a while back. The stud

rld st

stud

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making sense, then crashing into his

did yo

rk clothes, running between jobs, I heard. Brandon barely saw him. Jessica's

's sneering face to Brand

ca, her expre

ael had suppr

n, a roar tearing

the shirt, slamming

son kille

lped, su

uld land a punch,

hard. "Get off hi

ichael, her fists

accident!" she screamed, s

ned by her ferocity, by her

sharp pain shot t

coughing, and the

splattered on the po

lood, then at Kevin, wh

voice laced with concern for Kevin,

as on his knees, gasping for breath, th

, who was watching w

d at the bloo

bl

ing away, just