"Denzel!"
Denzel turned sharply, the hospital documents crinkling in his hand. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of both brothers, but the greeting died on his lips when he noticed the split, swollen skin on their mouths.
Before he could utter a word of concern or apology, Dominick's voice cut through the sterile air, sharp and impatient. "Where is Juniper?"
Denzel didn't waste time with explanations. He reached out and slowly drew back the heavy privacy curtain.
Juniper lay on the narrow hospital bed, her frame looking smaller than Dominick remembered. A clear tube ran from a glucose bag to a needle taped to the back of her hand.
Though the doctors had initially planned to discharge her that morning, her vitals had dipped, forcing them to keep her under observation for another twenty-four hours.
At the sound of the curtain rings sliding against the metal rod, Juniper turned her head. Her eyes, clouded with exhaustion, suddenly snapped into focus.
