Matthew finally felt some of the tension leave his shoulders after hearing the doctor speak.
“Will there be any aftereffects?” he asked, voice tight.
Derek had gone through hell because of him. If anything happened to Derek, Matthew knew he would never forgive himself.
The doctor pulled off his mask, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. He looked exhausted.
“It’s hard to say. He’s got a lot of soft tissue injuries, and some of the stab wounds are pretty deep. He lost a lot of blood,” the doctor explained. “Plus, being locked up for so long left him dehydrated and malnourished. He’ll need to stay in the hospital for a while and get plenty of rest. We have to keep a close eye on him.”
Matthew nodded. Some of the anxiety inside him faded a little. “Thank you. Please, take care of him. I know it’s a lot to ask.”
“It’s our job,” the doctor replied with a small nod. “He’s been moved to a regular room now. You can go see him, but please do not to wake him. He needs all the rest he can get.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
Matthew thanked him again and hurried down the hall toward Derek’s room.
Inside, Derek lay on the hospital bed, pale as a ghost, wrapped in thick bandages. A few of his deeper wounds still oozed blood. Even unconscious, his brow was furrowed, and his breathing came in quick, shallow bursts.
“How is he?” West asked, hurrying in after hearing the news.
“Not great,” Matthew said with a tired, crooked smile. “Let’s let him rest for now. I’ll handle all the bills and anything else he needs,”
West said, letting out a sigh. He placed a comforting hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “You’re still a patient too. Let’s call it a day, alright? Go get some rest. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on him.”
“Alright.”


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