Chapter 39. Where the Boy Went

Wade POV

Rae was pulling the IV out of her hand before Birdie finished talking.

"No," Doc said. "Absolutely not. You lost a pint of blood an hour ago."

"He's twelve," Rae said, already sitting up, already swaying. "And I told his sister he'd be safe here."

Doc looked at me like I was supposed to stop her.

I could have. I could have picked her up and put her back on that bed, and there wasn't a thing she could have done about it.

That's exactly why I didn't.

"She rides in the truck," I said. "Doc drives. She stays in the cab unless she can stand without holding onto something. Deal?"

Rae looked at me. Something passed across her face, fast.

"Deal," she said.<