Lotto
As I raced the car toward the hospital, I tried to steady my nerves. I needed to remain strong for Bones. I could hear it in his voice the minute he called me. Panic. Uncertainty. And a man who knew I'd drop everything and rush to his side no matter what.
I practically ran through the hospital hallways until I finally found Bones standing there with his head in his hands. Without even thinking about it, I hurried to his side and threw my arms around him, pulling him in for a deep embrace. Bones was trembling against me, falling into me, and I felt helpless. If only I could do more.
This strong man who could decimate any beast was broken, and I held nothing but pieces in my arms. The shell of tattooed muscle crumbled within.
"It's the cancer," he said softly. "It's spreading through him. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do about it. I want to help him, to get him treatment, but I don't know how."
Oh fuck.
I'd seen this before.
