"My. My. What do we have here?" Nash grinned from ear to ear as Killian opened the door.
Nash was lying on the bed. His head was wrapped in a bandage along with his arm. He appeared severely injured to Killian at a single glance.
"What on earth have you done to yourself?" Killian asked him in shock. He had heard that he was pursuing a woman in hospital. Then how did he get hurt? "How did you get injured?"
"I was saving a beauty, " Nash snickered. "Beauties are so damn fatal. Look at me, no one's here to accompany this sick man."
Nash was still in the mood for a joke. Although he had been staying in hospitals, his mood these days had been exceptionally good. And why wouldn't it be? Valencia came every day to visit him.
Killian shook his head in resignation. Nash would always be Nash. Even an accident as severe as this wouldn't shut his mouth. It was good as long as he wasn't lashing out.
