"Yes you can, shhh. Slowly," he cooed to her gently, letting her hold him as tightly as she needed to. The argument of Wade having no patience could be thrown out of the window should anyone retain evidence that he in fact was very patient when it came to Haylie. He would sit here with her as long as she needed. Maybe he'd saved his life's patience for her.
Ah, and there was the truth to the sobs, just as he'd suspected. Sometimes Wade forgot just how young and untainted Haylie really was. It was a beautiful thing, yet at the same time, the situations she'd placed herself in weren't exactly delicate to that way of life. Regardless, he would be there to help her. "He's fine now Sparky, we got him. He's walking--well, rolling, and talking like it was all in the past. Homes and rooms can be rebuilt. They're not worth crying over."
He had nothing to say about those other people. Wade didn't care about them. He cared about Haylie, but she was fine. That didn't mean the trauma from being shot had gone away. Oh yeah that's right. She'd probably never been shot before. "You're still in one piece and you took it like a trooper. I'm proud of you, Haylie."