Chapter 70
“Oh, God,” Gwen said. “I didn’t mean it that way. I meant that he got shot.”
“Damn. You scared the hell out of me.”
Zavier chuckled. “Sometimes she speaks without thinking. I didn’t lie to you, Dylan.”
“Thank you for that. Given the fact I can’t visit him, will you at least keep me apprised of his progress? And ask Vicki to call me, if she gets in touch with you?”
“Of course. Gwen, since you’re here, unless you had something important to tell me, would you please show Dylan to his room?”
“I was just going to let you know I won’t be here for dinner. Robert and I are going to a movie and it starts at six.” She got up, asking Dylan, “Are you ready?”
He stood slowly. “Lead the way.”
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Vicki called Dylan later that day, telling him she’d seen Mars and while he was hooked up—wired, as she put it with a laugh—to IVs and monitors, she was able to talk with him. “He asked about you.”
“Did you tell him I’m fine? I don’t want him worrying.”