"You're fine," George said, rubbing Patrick's back. "I can always make more."

When the ambulance finally arrived, George darted around the EMTs like an agitated squirrel as they loaded Patrick onto the stretcher. "Wr-Mona, I'm gonna go with Patrick to the hospital, I'll call you when we get there."

He did not think Wrath's short temper would do well in the waiting room.