"Angel."
He looked at Cary.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Cary's lips twisted wryly.
"Like I got hit by a bus .
or a bat."
"We're working on getting you set up at home.
It looks like we can make that happen by Wednesday."
"Big tits, please," Cary said.
"Or bulging muscles.
Either will do."
Gideon looked at me.
I grinned.
"The private nurse."
"Ah."
"If it's a woman," Cary went on, "can you get her to wear one of those white nurse dresses with the zipper down the front."
"I can only imagine the media frenzy over that sexual-harassment lawsuit," Gideon said dryly.
"How about a collection of naughty-nurse p**n instead?" "Dude."
Cary smiled wide and looked, for a moment, like his old self.
"You're the man."
Gideon looked at me.
"Eva."
I stood and bent over to kiss Cary on the cheek.
"I'll be right back."
We stepped out of the room and I saw my mother in conversation with the doctor, who looked dazzled by her.
"I talked to Garrity this morning," Gideon said, referring to Mark, my boss.
"So don't worry about that."
I hadn't been, because he said he'd handle it.
"Thank you.
I'll need to go in tomorrow.
I'm going to see if I can get hold of Trey, Cary's boyfriend.