Chapter 23

“Liam?”

He leaned against Jackson, who gripped his waist and more or less carried him through the entrance.

“Austin!” Liam broke out in a wide smile, tried to straighten and walk unassisted, but Jackson grumbled and didn’t let him go.

“For poop’s sake,” I muttered and rushed to get a wheelchair, which I rolled to them.

Up close, I noticed strained lines around Liam’s eyes and mouth, and as he sank into the chair, he unsuccessfully tried to hide a wince.

I crouched next to him. “What happened? Where are you hurt?”

He cradled his arm to his chest and had been limping, so my gaze flew to the foot he’d hurt during our hike.

Jackson narrowed his eyes at us, but after a second, turned toward Mary to start the paperwork.

I focused on Liam. “What happened?” I asked again and ran my hand over his lower leg but couldn’t check him properly without removing his sturdy hiking boot. I shifted my attention to his arm.