“Oh, I’m sorry,” the nurse said, her feet faltering as her face filled with color. “I have to check his vitals,” she explained to Sasha, smiling in a way that said they had spoken before. She turned to Nathan and continued her trek to the bed. “Good to see you’re awake, Mr. Smith. Your brother is outside talking to the doctor. I’m sure he’ll be in soon.”
Nathan took quick stock of those details. He didn’t have health insurance or any working credit cards, so it made sense for them to use an alias, but he didn’t know if he was supposed to be NathanSmith or something else.
Gentle fingers pushed into Nathan’s hair and he felt the weight against his side leave him. Sasha’s eyes were impressively dry when Nathan looked up, though some redness still betrayed that the tears had been there.