"I'm calling in my doctor." Ryder mutters once the kitchen floor is finally clean.
"Right now?"
"You look like you're going to die."
I'm seated at the island, drinking ice cold water, while he's busy trying to fix the chicken.
"It's almost morning." I mumble. "Calling someone at this hour of the night is rather disrespectful."
"He's a doctor for a reason."
"Please don't do it. It's late. I'll go to the hospital first thing in the morning."
"Well, I'll drive you to the hospital myself."
"Aren't you supposed to go to work?"
"The company won't get to a standstill just because I'm one hour late."
"Don't bother, Ryder. I'll see myself to the hospital."
"You're too weak to drive."
"Did you talk to Brent?"
That's me trying to change the subject.
"Yeah."
"What did he say?"
"That
