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“Thought I’d find you here.”
Max huffs, her fingers clenching the wheelchair’s armrest. “Come to wheel me back to my room, stalker?”
“Nah. Though I’d sit with you instead. Enjoy the view.”
Lucas bleeds into her peripheral. She allows his fingers to trail over the cast on her arm before he sits beside her, taking in the better-than-nothing view of Hawkins as it filters through the dirty hospital window.
“The nurses are looking for you again. Are you ever going to stop wandering off?”
“Probably not.” She looks down, allotting Lucas his daily smile. “I know you’ll always find me.”