Chapter 142

“Wait.” Suddenly, I was aware of something else. “Patrick…Tom was with me.”

“Tom?” Shelby asked.

“His bike crashed. He hurt Patrick.”

“Oh, my God.”

Rip put his arm around Shelby and kissed her atop the head.

“The pharmacy…Patrick is…is there.” I grappled for Steve’s arm. “Help him.”

“Someone will get to him,” he told me.

“O’Hanlon’s,” Shelby said.

“Oh. A call went out, already.” Steve leaned in. “Someone found Patrick there, okay, Goose? They found him.”

“Good. He’s alive? Back here, now?”

“At the hospital?” Steve asked. “I’ll find out. We have to think about you, now, though…get you inside, right?”

“It’s my fault.” The pain of that was worse than that from all of my injuries combined. Bad thoughts came back on Earth’s side of the light. “Tom went after Patrick because of me.”

“No, Goose,” Shelby said.