Page 496 of End Game

Because his entire body is wound so tight that he looks like he's holding himself together through muscle tension alone.

Micah has one hand at the back of his neck.

Firm.

Grounding.

Dex sees Cami through the doorway and just stops.

I go to him before he can decide whether he's allowed to come closer. “She is okay right now.”

His eyes hit mine.

“Okay as in okay, or okay as in medical people say okay when everything is actually fucked?”

Fair question.

“She's sick. She's in DKA. They're treating it. Her blood pressure responded to fluids. She's awake on and off. She's breathing on her own. Nobody is talking about intubation. Nobody is telling me she isn't responding.”

Dex's mouth presses tight.

He nods.

Once.

Then again.

Micah looks at me over his shoulder. “He had a panic attack in the car.”

Dex gives him an offended look. “I did not.”

“You couldn't feel your hands.”

“I was upset.”

“You told me you were dying.”

“I was being metaphorical.”

Under any other circumstances, I would laugh.

Instead I put a hand on Dex's shoulder.

He immediately grabs my wrist.

Not hard.

Just holds it there.

“She's going to ICU?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes close. “Fuck.”

“I know.”

The nurse appears in the doorway. “We're getting ready to move her upstairs.”