Soren watched as Teague signed the papers, watched the nurse in her Pepto colored scrubs wander back down the hall. He looked over at Miniver and blinked, turning and pausing. It wasn't so much snapping as melting, a small leak in the dam that he'd been holding back for too long.
"Don't you dare fucking cry, Uncle Miniver. Don't you dare turn this into more bullshit about you and Sable. Cass got hit by a car. Not you. Not her. Though if you want to start bawling, I can give you something to fucking cry about. Who the fuck put you in rehab? Who cared enough about you to not watch you die? And how the hell did you repay him? By driving him into the goddamn ground and making him feel like less than shit. I wish he'd cut you off. I wish he'd let you rot. Because he wouldn't be in that goddamn bed. Do you know what it'll do to him if he can't walk? Do you know how much he loves moving and boarding and what having that taken away from him will do? How much more does he have to take before you break him entirely? Do you want his legs? He gave you clarity, you pushed him in front of a car. Go to hell."
He sat back down, balled fists shaking. He grit his teeth and resumed staring at the door.