Chapter 9

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When Dr. Wilson steps into Jesse’s room for his afternoon rounds, he notices that something seems to be amiss between the two men. Jesse is sitting up on the bed, his face stony, not looking at Trey.

Trey is sitting in the same chair that he had slept in some time before, his back rigid. They are both silent though it looks like Trey wants to say something to Jesse, his face flushed and his expression strained. They both flinch when Dr. Wilson clears his throat.

“Good afternoon,” Dr. Wilson says.

“Good afternoon,” Trey answers, glancing at him before looking back at Jesse, who merely shrugs and looks down, fussing with the covers around him.