As Quentin stumbles his way into the front room, I am in the process of lifting Rick back onto the couch so he is more comfortable. I’m in a state of shock over his statement to get out of his house, but I’m not going to leave until I know he will be alright.
“I don’t think you should be here when he wakes up, Raven,” Quentin says in a strained voice. I don’t need to ask if he heard what Rick said. He’s clearly bouncing back a little quicker than Rick, but still weak from the spell.
“I just want to make sure he’s getting better,” I reply as I brush the hair out of his face.
“I will make sure of that,” he says firmly.