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"Not right now. Are Zeke and Uri out there? Will you let them in?" Four rubs the tears off his cheeks angrily. I nod, kiss his head, and open the door. Zeke and Uri walk in.

"Hey, man," Uri says quietly. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got whipped," Four jokes.

Zeke puts his hand on Four's shoulder. "You got the best girl out there protecting you. Marcus tried to come see you and you wouldn't believe what she did."

Four smiles at me. "What'd you do?"

I put an innocent look on my face. "Oh, just called the security guard over."

Four smirks. "Attagirl. Where's he now?"

"County jail." Uri puts his hand on Four's other shoulder and I sit next to Four, holding his hand. Both guys notice this and grin at Four.

"Did you finally ask her out?" Zeke asks.

Four and I redden and shake our heads. "We're just friends."

Both boys raise their eyebrows. "Whatever you two lovebirds say," Uri teases. I smack his arm and he grins. "Anyway, will you be up for visitors tomorrow morning?"

Four nods. "I think. Though, since I have a slight concussion, I think Tris'll be waking me up every two hours. Ugh."

I smirk at him. "Don't think you have the short end of it. That means I have to be up practically all night, too."

He sticks his tongue out at me. Zeke pats him on the shoulder. "We're going to go home. I'll text everyone to come see you." They leave, closing the door.

"F-You," I say, pointing at him. He grins. "They're taking away your father's parental rights."

The grins drops from his face. "Does that mean I'm going to be put into foster care?"

"Sort of. For a few weeks, you're going to be put into the county children's home. Then you're probably going to come live with my father and I," I answer, gripping his hand.

Four shakes his head. "I can't put that burden on you two. The money it costs to feed me and clothe me and stuff….that's not fair to you and your father."

"We want you to live with us."

"What if I don't?" he shouts.

"It's not a burden!" I shout back.

"Well, I think it is!"

"Just talk to my dad!" I put a hand over his mouth to quiet him down. He does.

"And what about school?" he whispers. "You guys can't even pay for your tuition."

"I can get you a few scholarships," I reply. "I'm amazing at it. And for the rest of it, you and I can get jobs. My dad can pay a little, especially with the state foster care money."

"You and I both know that isn't enough." Four looks away from me. "I'll just switch to Lincoln Park High."

"No," I say, surprising both of us at my firmness. "We can work this out, F-whatever."

Four looks at me. "I want to go to sleep."

I set an alarm on my phone for two hours and turn out the light. I try to make myself comfortable in the chair.

"C'mere," Four whispers. He pats a space he made me in the bed. I meet his eyes for a second, and then climb into the bed next to him. He wraps his arms around me and I lean closer, inhaling his scent. He smells like something heavy, sweet, and distinctly male. I lose myself in his scent and drift off.

The next thing I know, the alarm on my phone is going off. I poke Four and he opens his eyes sleepily. I set it again and we fall back asleep.