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“I never thought that I would have this,” I admit.

“You deserve it.”

“So do you,” I tell her.

“All right, we finally have the papers ready. Sorry about the delay,” the nurse says as she bustles into the room.

I move out of her way, and Dillon signs the discharge papers.

“Okay, you’re all set. Here’s a copy of the instructions for your injuries. If you feel lightheaded, dizzy, or experience intense pain in your torso, come back immediately,” the nurse instructs.

“I will. Thanks.”

“Have a good day, sweetheart.” The nurse smiles at us before she heads out to grab the wheelchair.

I grab the change of clothes I brought and pass them to Dillon. She goes into the bathroom to change, and I gather her things in my backpack.

“All set?” I ask when she comes out.

She nods, and the nurse helps her into the wheelchair.

“I can walk,” Dillon insists.

“Hospital policy until we get you outside, dear,” the nurse tells her.

She grumbles but stays sitting until we reach the front doors.

“Take care,” the nurse says before heading back inside with the wheelchair.

“Did you drive?” Dillon asks.

“No. I haven’t been able to get back in a car since the accident,” I admit.

She wraps her arm around me. “I doubt I could right now either.”

“Miles’s townhouse is just down that way. Or did you want to go somewhere else?”

“I don’t want to cramp your guys’ place.”

“No, there’s room,” I promise. “Come on.”

We walk slowly and make it halfway to the townhouse when a black SUV skids to a stop next to us. The passenger door flies open, and Jensen frowns as he rushes to Dillon’s side.

“Told you to wait,” he scolds.

“I’m fine,” she says, brushing him off.

“Here.” Miles holds out the house keys for me. “I’ll go park.”

I smile and take the keys. “Dillon can stay with us, right?”

He nods, shooting Jensen a worried look. “Yeah, of course.”

“What? No. She can stay with me,” Jensen argues.

“I’d rather be with my friend.”

Jensen looks crushed. I look at Dillon, but she ignores him.