Page 210 (1/2)

I can tell they’ve drugged hi I el I’m sorry”

Two people in scrubs are still bent over his leg; souy sticking leads onto his chest and shoulders

Whatever sedative they hit him with, it worked All he can do is stare up at me, his face pale and slack, his pupils sreen eyes His hand lifts, but it can’t even find rasp his, wrap it up in both of mine and lean down near him

“I love you, Ezra babe You’re gonna be okay, el”

Tears start down his cheeks in little rivulets, and I think he’s in pain because he shuts his eyes and winces as he tilts his head toward me “Mills,” he mumbles

“I’el”

“I wanna…go” He opens his eyes, his face twisting as he breathes with his mouth open His hand squeezes mine “Please”

And then he’s biting his lip He’s rips the bed’s rail So up at h as a kite, but his back arches as so to his lower half I realize they’re cutting off his pants

“It’s okay, angel I’ht here”

His eyes shut, and he’s crying, s, so I snap at the guy next to me “It seems like he needs more pain medication, no?”

Souy gives him more After that, his body doesn’t move Even his head rests still and heavy on its pillow He just looks at me as tears drip down his cheeks, and I wipe them and tell him, “I love you” He looks so pained and sad

My sto but knots

“You okay?” I whisper as so

He shakes his head—this tiny movement I notice that his eyes look weird There are chills on his ars, a machine, and someone pulls the mask off his face Ezra never en tubing

“You’re being so brave, angel” I stroke his hand “Everything is gonna be okay, I promise”

“I wanna go ho “Call Luke”

I’m relieved when his eyes drop shut and a few of the nurses leave our area A eon comes in He’s affiliated with the Rose Bowl, he says He stays on-call during the gauy seems to be a fan of Ezra, so he’s pretty nice when he talks to me He says basically that it’s an ankle fracture

“Not so coives a look that’s al we can’t fix The X-rays don’t look too bad”

Ezra’s eyes lift open just after the surgeon leaves our space