“Harrison, is that you?”
It was Jett’s dad. He sounded sick to death with worry.
“It’s me, Mr. Fraser. I have Jett with me.”
Jett let out a shaky breath and made no move to take the phone from him.
“I know you do, my boy. I just saw that horrible hit Jetty took with his shoulder, and then that woman…”Mr. Fraser let out a shaky breath that sounded very similar to his son’s.“I know Jett doesn’t want to talk right now, but if you could let him know that I’m going to be on the next plane to Toronto, I’d be grateful.”
They were on the elevator now. Harrison was unsure if Jett had heard what his father had said, but he showed no outward reaction.
“I’ll let him know,” said Harrison. “And tell me when you land and I’ll come pick you up.”
“Nope, I’ll Uber,”said Mr. Fraser.“I don’t want you to leave my boy’s side. I have the address, the spare key and half a brain. I’ll be there when I’ll be there.”
The bravado coming through the phone was impressive, but Harrison was starting to catch onto these goddamn Frasers.
“Okay, please keep me updated. I’ll get the guest room ready for you.”
“Thankyou, Harrison. I appreciate it.”
“No problem, Mr. Fraser.”
There was a pause, and then Mr. Fraser said,“Call me Dad, Harrison.”And then the line went dead.
Harrison held on to Jett’s phone as they got into their room so it wouldn’t get lost. He pointed Jett toward the bathroom and gave him a gentle nudge, frowning when he shuffled inside without saying a word.
They had tons of crap everywhere, and normally Harrison was a stickler for neatly packing things away, but he couldn’t afford to do so right now. He left clothes out for them to change into, but everything else got thrown in with a prayer.
He walked around the room three times before he decided that he had everything, then went to the bathroom to check in on Jett and grab their toiletries.
Harrison found Jett standing in front of the open door of the walk-in shower, still dressed and holding onto the stuffed animal while the room filled with steam.
“Jett?”
Jett turned and looked at him, and oh fuck, Harrison knew he was suffering without having to hear the words.
“Sunshine.” Harrison came closer, pulling the dragon out of Jett’s arms and setting it on the counter. “We need to get in the shower. It will make your shoulder feel better, trust me.”
“Okay.” Jett latched on to his dress shirt. “Join me?”
Harrison had a feeling Jett was expecting him to reject him, but it wasn’t going to happen.
“Yeah, get in and I’ll help you wash. I don’t want you using that arm too much until I can get some cream and ice on it.”
Jett scrunched his nose. “You want to put ice cream on it?”
Harrison chuckled and slid his hands under Jett’s hoodie to trace along his abs. “You know I didn’t, smart ass.”
A bench was inside the shower, which made it easier for Harrison since he didn’t have to bend far to wash Jett’s hair. He was fast and gentle, scolding Jett whenever he tried to take over.
“My shoulder will seize up if I don’t use it,” Jett grumbled. “Which in my opinion, is worse than pulling something.”
“Stretch it while I rinse my hair.” Harrison finished rinsing Jett off and moved the spray away from him. “Five minutes. If it starts to hurt, give it a rest.”
Jett bit his bottom lip, looking up at him through blond lashes.
“Five minutes, Fraser. I’m going to start counting down.”
