Page 502 of End Game

I kiss her forehead. “You're in good hands.”

“I know.”

“And if anything changes while I'm gone, they'll call me before I make it out of the parking lot.”

“I know.”

I stand, but she doesn't let go immediately.

Neither do I.

Finally her fingers slip free. “Tell them I'm okay.”

“I will.”

She thinks for a second. “Don't tell Dex I'm okay like medical people say okay.”

Despite everything, I laugh. “I'll be specific.”

“Good.”

I kiss her forehead again. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

This time, when I leave the room, I'm choosing to.

Somehow that makes it easier.

Not easy. Just easier.

Ronan

Griffin looks cleaner when he comes out of the ICU room emotionally than he does physically.

Which is admittedly a low bar.

If I did not know where he had been before Cami arrived, I would find his appearance deeply concerning.

Dex is on his feet before the door fully closes behind him. “Well?”

Griffin does not tell him she is okay—I notice that immediately.

“She is awake. She's talking. She knows where she is and what happened, mostly. Her glucose is coming down, her blood pressure is better, and the ICU team is happy with the direction she's moving.”

Dex's shoulders drop.

Not completely.

Enough.

“That's actual okay?”

“That's actual better.”

Dex nods.

Micah's hand settles between his shoulder blades.