Page 36 of Faron (The Golden Team #8)

Pain flared deep as I shifted, but I forced myself upright. Faron moved fast, adjusting the bed like he could physically keep me still with his stubbornness alone.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I need my laptop.”

“No.”

“Faron—”

“No, Blue.” His voice cracked like a whip. “You almost died. You’re not documenting patient notes today. You’re not researching treatment plans. You’re healing.”

I blinked. “You’re terrible at being gentle, you know that?”

He leaned closer. “You don’t need gentle. You need someone who won’t let you destroy yourself proving you’re strong.”

He paused, brushing hair from my cheek. “You already are.”

I bit the inside of my lip. “They’re not going to stop.”

“Neither are we.”

His phone buzzed. One glance at the screen and his jaw locked tight.

“What is it?”

“They got Diego,” he said. “And he gave us something. There’s a list.”