“Auden?”

I paused and turned around. “Yeah?”

“Where’s Daven?” Nicolas asked softly.

“You didn’t know we took him to the hospital last night?” I asked tentatively.

“No, I don’t. Why was he at the hospital? What happened to him? He got shot too? Holy fuck.”

“He injured himself on the plane when he was holding you up to keep you from falling off the bed, remember? He didn’t hold unto something when the plane spun out of control and smashed him head against a flower vase.”

“The fuck? Because of me? Wow. I didn’t know he saw me on the bed, in the plane... I thought Tristan was the one...