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“He saw someone on the floor,” Ghost said quietly. “He yelled for me to grab the other bartender. Said he’d get the woman by the window.”

Havoc’s jaw clenched. “I should’ve kept eyes on him.”

“You were dragging a bleeding man out,” Grim said. “You did your job.”

Havoc shook his head, anger and guilt twisting together. “My job was to keep him safe.”

Vandal swore under his breath. “He always does that. Runs toward the danger. Idiot.”

But his voice cracked on the last word.

Ghost’s eyes burned. “When the glass fell… I had to move. When I looked back…he was gone.”

Guilt flickered across his face, sharp and raw.

Grim stepped closer. “You did what you were told. Brick made a call.”

“A stupid one,” Havoc muttered again, quieter this time.

“A brave one,” Ghost said, voice cracking before he forced it steady again.

Vandal’s voice was rough. “He shouldn’t have been alone.”

Havoc flinched, barely, but Grim saw it.

Grim looked at them, really looked. Ghost wasn’t just worried. Vandal wasn’t just angry. Havoc wasn’t just guilty. They were scared. For their friend. Their brother.

“Brick’s a fighter,” Grim said. “He’ll hold on.”

Ghost nodded, but his eyes stayed fixed on the hospital doors like he could will Brick to walk back out.

Vandal swallowed hard. “I should’ve been there.”

“You weren’t assigned,” Grim said. “This isn’t on you.”

Vandal didn’t look convinced.

Havoc exhaled hard, rubbing a hand over his face. “Stone needs the full rundown. We need to move.”

Ghost straightened immediately. “I’m coming.”

“No,” Havoc said. “You stay here. If Brick wakes up, he needs a familiar face.”

Ghost hesitated, torn between duty and loyalty.

Grim stepped in. “He’d want you here.”

That settled it. Ghost nodded, shoulders dropping just a fraction.

Vandal stepped forward. “I’m staying too.”

Havoc hesitated, then nodded once. “Fine. You stay with him. Keep us updated.”

Vandal swallowed hard, relief and fear tangled in his expression. He moved closer to Ghost, shoulder to shoulder, grounding him without a word.

Havoc opened the truck door. “Let’s move.”

Grim swung onto his bike. The engine rumbled beneath him, grounding him just enough to breathe.