“I was trying to be a little less dependent.”
“You were going to get yourself killed. These are glass stairs, if you slip and fall, you’re in for a world of hurt. Please, let me help you back to the suite.” Gabriel picked him up and carried him up the stairs. “If you must go downstairs, for my peace of mind, use the elevator.”
“I can see better today, but I still see that golden string. I don’t know what’s wrong with my eyes.”
“Probably nothing.” Gabriel chuckled. “Just take it easy like Dr. Artis told you to do and everything will be okay. I spoke to Murphy.”
“You mean Detective Sergeant Murphy?”
“Not you too!” Kane’s eyes were more open today after the application of the cold compresses last night, and Gabriel saw a blue-green sparkle.