"Don't worry about it," was Angel's only reply. Yup. Cuz that helped. Set his pretty little head right at ease— nooooot.

The ward they'd been directed to was a shared one. It was a pinched space that just about managed to secure four beds, two to a side, creating a square. Curtains dangled on rails, the only thing resembling privacy, but all four were open.

Two beds were empty. One had an old man with a mummy-like head dressing on, and the other held . . . Adam.

Which was what he wanted, but as soon as his eyes zeroed in on the figure, fleeing was the only thing on...