Chapter 93 Anaisse Cares For Tommy

Tommy hated emergency rooms. He hated getting scanned and stitched. He hated concussions. Most of all, he hated Ryan telling him the perpetrator got away.

The only thing he didn’t hate was having Anaisse glued to his side whenever some nurse, doctor, or technician wasn’t shooing her away so they could inflict more torture on him. Of course, he gladly would have traded her worry and guilt for less tear-inducing emotions, but one thing seemed fairly obvious to him, even with his somewhat fuzzy head. She cared a lot, whether she liked it or not.

By the time the ER finally spat him out, the sun had dawned skull-splittingly bright against a cloudless, electric blue sky in the City of Dreams. Despite his protests, he found himself propped between Anaisse and Ryan and walked to the curbside pickup/drop-off zone like a ninety-year-old invalid. Seeing the yellow Bug pulled up to the curb improved his mood slightly. He liked his ride home, at any rate.

Anaisse ran around to the driver’s side wh