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“How’s he doing?” Joseph asked as he leaned down and kissed Becky’s cheek.
She took a shaky breath and lifted an arm, curling it around Joseph’s neck. “He’s alive, thanks to you.”
Joseph slid an arm around her waist and offered her some comfort and reassurance with the physical gesture. “Just did what you asked me to do, Becky.” He leaned back and smiled at her before gesturing, “Sit.” He picked up the clipboard at the end of Ben’s bed and took a quick look at it, picking out the details he could understand while ignoring the medical mumbo jumbo that he couldn’t.
“You taking him home soon?”
Becky nodded her head, reaching out to take her son’s hand. “Yeah, doctor said he can go home in a couple days. Just needs a lot of bed rest.” She chuckled weakly and softly. “It was fun, trying to avoid the questions.”
Joseph’s lips twitched in the corner. “I can imagine. Been there myself.” He reached up and scratched at his neck, feeling himself shiver with the memory. “You know they’ll come for him again, right?”
Becky’s face told Joseph everything he needed to know. He wandered over and covered her shoulder with his hand. “I’ll take care of it, Becky.” His grip tightened and he looked over at Ben’s sleeping form. “I’ll make sure nobody comes after him again.”
She reached up and took a hold of his hand, squeezing softly. “Thank you, Joseph. For everything.”
“You’ve done more for me,” he assured her before he took one last look at Ben. “I’d better go; I have some people I need to see.” Joseph leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Take care of yourself and I’ll check in when all of this is over.” He turned his head and whispered quietly, “keep your doors locked and don’t invite anyone in,” into her ear before he withdrew from her.
Becky simply nodded and Joseph left the hospital room, pulling his phone from his pocket as he dialed a number and let it ring as soon as his booted feet hit pavement. “Sam? I need to see you, again. Cancel whatever other appointments you have, I promise I’ll make this worth your while.” He hung up the call and dialed another, one he was unfamiliar but yet so familiar with. “Rhi, it's Joseph. Just checking in and saying I hope you're enjoying the New Year.” He allowed for a pause before clearing his throat. “Anyways, call me? I have something I need to talk to you about. Take care.”
Joseph slung his phone and slid into his car, starting the engine before drawing away and into the heart of Las Vegas.
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