“I had to find out from frickin’ George from Business Affairs?” he said sternly.
“I was going to call and tell you,” you argued.
“Yeah,” he scoffed. “When they released you?” He had you there. You kept your mouth shut.
“Why didn’t you just call?” he demanded. “Sammy or I would have been there in an instant–or better yet! Cas! The dude can freakin’ pop up out of nowhere!”
“I thought I could do it! I–I didn’t want to bother any of you!”
He shook his head at you again. “You’re stubborn. If you had just asked for help you’d just have a few stitches on that hand instead of needing to be admitted for a concussion. And now I have to fix your car which you crashed into a fire hydrant!”
You felt ashamed. In retrospect, trying to drive to the hospital one-handed while keeping pressure on the bleeding wound on the other hand was definitely not one of you brightest ideas… “I know. Sorry,” you said, staring down at the pattern on your scratchy hospital gown. “It was stupid.”
Dean immediately felt his anger melt away and his expression visibly softened. “Just–don’t do it again. I’m just mad because I–I was worried. You scared the hell out of me! You know how I felt when I showed up at your work and had to find out from some random guy that you were in the hospital?”
You smiled a little at him. “Yeah. I do know, actually,” you said, risking a glance at his face. “You know how many times I’ve gotten phone calls like that from you three? More than I can count.”
Dean was quiet after that. But he also didn’t leave your side.
