I took that moment to call Dylan. He arrives quickly, visibly upset, as if he'd rushed across the city without stopping.
"How are you?" he asks as soon as he sees me, his concern evident in every gesture.
I offered him a reassuring smile, trying to ease his anxiety.
"It was just a bump," I assured him, "but I preferred to come to get checked. We've already done the X-rays, and now she's with the doctor. I want to make sure we don't need a neck brace, or at least some pain relief."
His features soften slightly, but not entirely. He sits down beside me in the waiting room and, without thinking, takes my hand in his, squeezing it tightly, as if he were afraid I might disappear at any moment.
"I was scared," he admits, his voice hoarse.
"I know... but it's alright, don't worry." I gently
