A/N: A special THANK YOU to all of you who have taken the time to read AND review. I appreciate each and everyone of you so much. It is your encouragement through your reviews that keeps me going. I am so happy you are enjoying this story. Once again, THANK YOU so much. LDB.
Even though Bret was now on his "off" days, he was too busy to see Adam. The house he'd shared with Davy had sold, furniture included. Bret had to rush to hire the movers to take all his personal belongings, like dishes, pictures, sheets, linens, and the rest of his clothes and other things like tools. Hart then had to over see the moving into his new house. He was sorry to miss Adam, he'd hoped their days off would match, but they didn't. On Saturday he was back at work and when that shift ended, he would go home to his new house.
Shawn worried about his friend, Bret seemed more lonely than ever. He did notice one thing, Bret sure liked to talk about Adam and lit up when he did. The nurse began to wonder, did Bret have feelings for Adam, other than friendship? For now he kept his thoughts to himself.
On Saturday, the English Pub would be open till three. Wade planned to make the most of it. His ultimate plan was the end the night with Adam in his bed. He just had to plan it carefully.
The evening shift at the hospital was busy for early Saturday afternoon, usually it didn't get busy till after dark. They finally got a moment to take a break at nine. Adam ate a vending machine sandwich and drank a cup of coffee, while Wade drank a cup of hot tea with a bran muffin, also from the machine. They were alone in the room.
"How about skipping the pub? Come over to my place and we'll have a quiet bite and just relax?" Wade asked casually, of course, this had been his plan all along. It would be easier to seduce Adam in his own environment.
Adam bit into the semi stale sandwich and chewed, he thought about the Englishman's idea. It did sound better than sitting in a noisy pub on a Saturday night. "Okay. I'd like to see your place. I won't stay too late, but it would be more relaxing," Adam answered after washing the bite of food down.
Wade smiled on the outside and smirked on the inside, it was working, "Good, You'll be the first one from work to visit, other than Hunter."
They chatted a bit more before being called to treat the victims of an auto versus motorcycle. The people in the car had only minor cuts and scrapes. The the couple on the motorcycle, who were older, were much worse off. The man had broken his arm and his wife had a broken ankle. Wade dealt with the arm, Adam the ankle.
When they finally finished, the woman was singing Adam's praises and bragged on his sweet bedside manner. The man had nothing to say, but he muttered something about upstart Englishmen. The bad part was, Shawn heard it all. It wasn't the first mutterings he'd heard about Wade. He'd pay more attention when he could in the future.
Adam told Shawn he was going to Wade's apartment and not the pub. Shawn couldn't tell Adam no, he wasn't his father and Adam was a twenty-eight year old man. He did warn Adam to be careful, but with Shawn, that was nothing new.
After their shift ended, Adam's Mustang followed Wade's Mercedes to the Englishman's apartment. It was in a nice complex. Wade was on the tenth floor, had it been daylight, Adam would have seen the grand view from the balcony. The apartment was two bedrooms, bathroom, living room and kitchen. It lacked any decoration and the furniture was plain, it was available with the apartment. It was a temporary home. Wade was bidding on a couple of nice condos, but hadn't been informed of acceptance yet.
"Welcome to castle Barrett. It's not much, but I'm not unpacking only to move, and it's home for now. I do have a great mountain view. Have a seat, I'll pop the left over lasagna into the oven. It's really good, I got from the deli at the grocer's, but it tastes like homemade," Wade invited Adam to sit, while he popped the pan into the oven. He opened a bag of salad and poured two glasses of wine to go with the Italian treat.
"It's a nice place. Has a lot of potential," Adam said thoughtfully as he looked around. Maybe a nice condo would be better than a house.
"It's alright, for a student. That old man sure was a crank, more worried about his motorbike," Wade said as he sat on the couch, close to Adam.
"She was sweet. Well, I can't blame him. Those Goldwings are extremely expensive. A lot of older couples have them, there are clubs all across the country," Adam explained about why the man would be upset.
"In England, older people act their age. They have sensible caravans that clog the motorways," Barrett said with a scoff. Older people should stay off the roads in his opinion, not out clogging the roads.
"Older people worked hard all their lives. They should be allowed to have their fun when they retire," Adam replied, sometimes Wade was just too snobbish for his taste. He couldn't imagine a relationship of any depth with Barrett.
Wade sighed, "I'm sorry Adam. We view the world differently, maybe it's my upbringing. My father taught me to take what I want and my mother taught me how to hang on to it. I need to learn from you or I rather could learn from you."
"You just need to treat everyone like you would want to be treated. You have to remember, the people that we see are scared and hurt, like wounded animals. You have to pet and sooth them. You can't brush them off if they are annoying," Adam tried to explain his ethics on patient care. He took it very seriously.
"I never thought of it that way. I promise, I'll try harder. See, you are good for me. Let's eat," Wade held his hand out to Adam as he stood.
Adam let Wade lead him to the kitchen where they enjoyed a delicious meal. The lasagna was very good, and they both ate large helpings.
After dinner, being a good guest, Adam helped Wade wash up. They chatted about work. "Hunter say anything to you about that report I gave him yesterday?" Wade asked curiously. He hoped it helped him score points with their boss.
"No, but I did tell him I suggested it. I told him I think we could be better prepared for something like that and you had more experience with large brawls," Adam said with a swipe of the last plate Wade had washed.
"Thank you for that. I wouldn't want Hunter to think I was just being... pretentious," Wade said in a grateful tone. He wanted to score points, not come off like a know it all.
When they went back into the living room, Wade turned on his stereo. He too, had his radio tuned to the easy listening station. Before Adam could sit, he found himself pulled into Wade's embrace. The Englishman was slowly dancing him around the room.
"...You are so beautiful to me..." Wade's deep voice sang along with the song into Adam's ear. He let his hands slip down to his fellow worker's slim hips, he caressed the jean covered skin gently, and he actually sang quite well.
Adam smiled, he didn't mind the dancing or singing, he loved the contact, he let his arms go around Wade's neck. He toyed with the short hairs at the base of the Englishman's neck. He did think while Wade was sweet, he wasn't as caring as Bret.
When the song ended, Wade smiled down at Adam. That didn't happen often, at six-foot four Adam was usually the slightly taller one. So Wade being taller was a bit of a change. The Englishman's dark brown eyes were filled with desire. Without asking, the taller man captured Adam's lips with his. The mouth was more commanding, not really forceful, but not gentle. His tongue lapped at the lips of the blond. Adam parted his lips and allowed the kiss to continue. Nothing wrong with a bit of kissing while dancing was there?
Doctor Adam J. Copeland was usually very smart and quite sensible. He had one flaw, and that often got him in trouble. He craved human contact. He loved being held and he loved kissing. He wasn't a slut, sex was a different thing. He might allow kissing from nearly anyone, but he never slept with just anyone. Sometimes it got him in a bit of trouble. Men thought if Adam was that willing with his kisses, then he should be that willing to "go all the way".
Adam often found himself being called a tease. When the name calling hurt his feelings, he'd rather be called a tease than a slut or whore. Jason had tried to tell his younger brother that some day, it would turn serious, but Adam refused to listen; he liked kissing too much. So, during their lives, Jason had to often be Adam's protector. At times, it was a very difficult job.
Adam liked the way Wade tasted, it wasn't quite as nice as Bret, but again it was pleasant. He moaned softly, it was his way of asking for more. Wade was a bit surprised that Adam was this compliant, but he decided to take full advantage. His mouth became more demanding and his hands slipped down, around and caressed the denim covered globes of Adam's perfect ass.
Adam was lost in the sensations of the kiss. For a moment, his heartache was gone. He'd forgotten about lying in a hospital bed, beaten in broken. He'd forgotten the pictures of his one time fiancé fucking Evan in a corner. He'd even forgotten the gentle and tender kisses with Bret. He'd forgotten it all. When he finally felt the hand slip down into his pants and head towards his cock, Adam suddenly remembered. He abruptly broke the kiss and pulled away from Wade. The hand down his jeans front was gone. Adam looked at Wade, his hazel eyes bordered on anger.
"No, Wade. That was too far," Adam said firmly. He was slightly out of breath from the commanding kiss. Wade looked annoyed, "I'm sorry, but you seemed to be enjoying it. I thought you wanted more," his tone was also firm, he didn't like to be teased.
"I was Wade. I like kissing, but not wandering hands. I'm sorry, I let things get of out hand. It's my fault. I'd better leave. Let's just keep this between us," Adam said as he moved towards the door.
Wade had to think fast, he was losing his plot. He had a plan and he intended to carry it out. This though, could work to an advantage he hadn't thought of before; blackmail. Blackmail was his way to the top. He just had to be careful how he put it.
"Yes, alright. No need for everyone at work to know. I'll see you at work, careful going home," Wade said at the door. He made it clear by his tone that he wasn't happy with what just happened.
Adam wasn't exactly sure what had just occurred. One minute he was enjoying Wade's kiss the next minute, he was standing in the hallway.
As he made his way down to his car, Adam's thoughts were all over the place. Why couldn't guys just enjoy kissing without expecting more. Why would Wade mention work like that? Adam heard his brother's warning ring in his ears. He drove home, still lost in his thoughts.
Adam hadn't seen Bret since the fireman had gone back to work. He was upset when Shawn said he'd missed Bret when he came to pick up the rest of his things from the house. Adam had been sleeping in preparation to work the night shift.
Ten o'clock Monday night found Adam in his office, he was checking the charts from the afternoon shift. This was one of the rare weeks where Shawn or Hunter wasn't working with him. It meant, he was totally in charge of the Emergency Room. His staff was Wade, Ted, Cody and Shawn's second in command Maria. Her nurses included Natalya, Eva and a new registered nurse, Beth. AJ Lee was the Ward Clerk. Adam knew he had a good team and there would be no problems.
Doctor Copeland looked up when Wade came into his office. He hadn't spoken to Wade since their evening on Saturday. He was still a bit... uneasy about it... something just wasn't right.
"Hi Wade. I'm glad to see you. I wanted to talk to you, about Saturday night," the blond spoke with a warm smile as he nodded for Wade to sit.
"What's to talk about. If you want to be a tease, that's your business," Wade's tone was cold, very British and extremely standoffish.
Adam sighed, it wasn't the first time he'd heard those words, "I am sorry. I just, like kissing, but sometimes, I forget and I get... or let things go to far. I didn't mean to tease Wade, I really didn't. You're a good kisser and I... just... forgot to say no. I'm too... Chris... too soon. I'd hate to lose your respect because I was; stupid," his words were honest and he was a bit embarrassed. He just wanted to forget it and get on with work and life.
Wade smiled, yes, lure him in to a false sense of security, "Okay. I'm sorry, I let my own... lust take over. I know you, didn't mean to tease. Let's just forget it. Friends?" the Englishman asked with his charming smile.
Adam sighed with relief, "Good. Of course we're friends. I'll even buy you lunch tonight. Now, I'll just finish these. Thanks for understanding," Adam returned the smile. He watched Wade leave, something was still off, but he just didn't know what. Well, it was over now, life could go on.
Wade closed the door to Adam's office. Well, if he couldn't use sex for blackmail, he'd switch to plan B. Adam was going to lose his job, he just didn't know it yet.
The night was fairly quiet. Hunter and Shawn arrived to take over the day shift. The Head of the ER Department was going over the charts from Adam's shift. He looked at the last chart of the night.
"Is Doctor Copeland still here?... good... yes, and now please... thank you," Hunter hung up the phone. He wasn't happy as he waited for his second in command.
Adam had nearly been out the door when Hunter had summoned him to his office. Wade watched as Adam headed to see what was up. An evil smirk crossed his face as he went out of the door and headed to his car.
"Sit down, please, Adam," Hunter spoke in his bosses tone. It wasn't one Adam often heard.
Adam sat, "something wrong?" he asked. He noticed Hunter had one of the charts from last night, open in front of him. He knew the chart was perfect, it was simple, four stitches on a ten-year old girl who fell going to the bathroom during the night.
"Adam, I'm confused about this last patient. Where is the parental consent form for the stitches?" Hunter flipped through the chart again.
"Right there. I held the chart myself, while the father signed it. I placed it on top of the treatment form, where it belongs," Adam said with utter confidence. He remembered it, he had to hold the chart because the poor father was too shaky to hold it.
"Well, it's not here now. You know what can happen? If something goes wrong, the father could say he never gave you permission to apply the stitches," Hunter said sternly. It wasn't like Adam to forget something so vital.
"Hunter, I got his permission. I had to hold the chart for him to sign because he was so upset and shaking. Let me look," Adam's tone was distressed. He took the chart, the paper clearly wasn't there, he was confused.
"But... I... he... it was here!" Adam was nearly frantic. This was a big mistake.
"Did anyone see you get the signature?" Hunter asked the now worried doctor across from him.
Adam had to think, his shoulders drooped. "No, they were all with either the girl or other patients. The dad was in the hall. Hunter, I swear I got the signature. Did it get in another chart by accident?" Adam was worried and perplexed.
"No. Adam, you are always careful. I'll let this slide, but watch more carefully in the future. Go home and get some sleep," Hunter's tone had turned to one of concern. Adam looked awful. Maybe the paper had gotten mislaid. He knew one thing, Adam would not lie.
Adam nodded. He left the hospital. He needed to talk to someone, he wondered if Bret was home. He pointed his car towards Newcastle Drive.
Wade Barrett, opened the door to his spare bedroom. He turned it into an office. He put his briefcase/medical bag on his desk. He opened a drawer in his desk with a small key, Barret pulled out a brand new file folder. With a red felt tipped pen, he wrote the words: ADAM COPELAND=BLACKMAIL.
Wade then opened his briefcase. He pulled out a paper. Large black letters ran across the top: PARENTAL CONSENT FOR SURGICAL TREATMENT. It was the form Adam had gotten signed by the girl's father. He placed it in the file folder, then put the folder in the drawer and locked it.
"Tease me? I don't think so," Barrett said with an evil laugh as he put his felt tipped pen on the desk and lit a cigar. The plan was now in action.
Adam smiled, Bret's Fire Department SUV was in the driveway. He only hoped it was his friends days off. He parked his Mustang and got out. He went to the front door and rang the bell.
Bret Hart growled, he'd just gone to bed to start his days off. Who could be at the door. He got up and went to the door, ready to kill the Avon lady. His facial expression lit up, "Hi Adam, come in."
Adam was glad to hear the door open, he smiled when he saw Bret, the man was only dressed in a pair of light gray sleeping pants. His hair was down in loose curls and he looked tired, but content.
Bret's smile faded, he knew immediately that something was wrong with his friend. Adam stepped inside the foyer, he wrapped his arms around the Captain.
"Hold me, please?" Adam whispered. He wasn't crying, but he felt like it. He never made mistakes like that at work and it highly upset him.
Bret wrapped his muscular arms around the doctor. It felt good to have a man in his arms. "What's wrong, Sugar? Bad night at work? Did... did you lose a patient?"
Adam sighed as he rested his head on Hart's bare shoulder, his arms lightly wrapped around the older man's waist. "No Bear. I didn't lose a patient. I made Hunter mad. He said I forgot to have a consent form signed, but I swear, I didn't. I held the chart while the father signed it. I know I didn't dream it. Hunter said the form wasn't in the chart, he was really upset," the doctor explained what had happened at work earlier.
Bret pulled Adam in closer, "I'm sure it just got misplaced. It probably got in the wrong chart. Hunter has to worry about things like that; all the legal stuff. You know he loves you like a son. It will all be okay," he spoke with soft confidence.
"We looked in all the charts twice! If something happens and we're sued, it will be all my fault. I know he's like a father, but he has to be my boss first. He put a lot on the line to put me in such a high position," Adam sniffed, he was confused and upset. Being in Bret's arms calmed his soul.
"Nothing is going to happen. Hunter wouldn't have done that if he thought you couldn't do the job. You just look again, I'm sure you'll find the form. Just be more cautious next time. Want some coffee? Or breakfast?" Hart asked as he stroked his fingers through the soft ends of Adam's pony tail.
Adam pulled out of the firefighter's embrace. He realized Bret was probably just going to bed, he now felt bad for bothering Bret so early. "No, I'll grab something on the way home. I didn't mean to bother you, but thanks, I just needed to talk to someone. You were the first one that came to mind," he turned to leave.
Bret stopped Adam, "hey, that's what friends are for. I know you, Sugar. You'll stop for some breakfast, then you won't eat it. Come on, I have that muesli cereal you like, from Canada. I have all day to sleep," he took Adam's hand and led the doctor to the kitchen.
It wasn't long and both men were enjoying small bowls of fruit and cereal along with orange juice and coffee. They were sitting at the small table, the window had a magnificent view of the Rocky Mountains. As they talked Adam also told Bret about the "date" disaster with Wade.
"... I felt like a slut. I honestly didn't mean to tease him. I'm just a fuck up with... relationships," Adam said with the last bite of his fruit laced cereal.
Bret listened to Adam. As the physicians told about the night with Barrett, something welled up inside him. The Captain understood, he was feeling jealous. He hated the idea of someone touching Adam. He swallowed the emotion, he had no claim on Adam. The man had a right to see and be with anyone he chose to.
"Adam, stop it. You're not a slut and you're not a fuck up. You just haven't found the one; your true soul mate. When you do find him, I promise, you won't fuck it up, because your souls will be truly connected. I couldn't have gotten rid of Davy no matter what. You'll find that connection one day, I promise," Bret spoke from his heart. He knew some of his words might be harsh, but Adam needed to hear them.
Tears welled up in the doctor's hazel green eyes, "I thought" he hesitated as he spoke, "Chris was the one. Will I Bret? What if I never find him?" Adam felt the loss of his fiancé crashing in on him again. With what had happened at Wade's, then work, it was just too much.
Bret sighed, he didn't mean to upset Adam so much, but he had to tell the truth. He hated to hear Adam cut himself down. "I'm sorry, Sugar. I just don't like hearing you cut yourself down. You are a beautiful, smart, outgoing young man. Some day the right man will come along and sweep you off your feet. That man will be one lucky son of a bitch," the firefighter was again brutally honest.
Adam's tears turned into a blush stain smile. "Stop it Bear. I am not, but I'll hold you to that promise. I don't want to be alone the rest of my life," he replied with a sip of his coffee.
Bret laughed, "you're so cute when you blush. Damn, that guy..." his words faded, he didn't understand, did he want to be that guy? No, he just missed Davy so much... Bret let out a sigh.
"You miss him a lot, don't you? Time will heal the hurt. I can promise you that..." Adam said with a slight yawn, then continued, "Sorry. I need to go. I need some sleep."
Bret suddenly worried about Adam, "Look, crash here. You shouldn't drive when your this tired. I um, don't have the guest room set up yet, but we are adults, we can share my huge bed. Besides, you picked it out it's only fair, you should sleep on it once. Please? I really don't want you to drive," his plea was earnest. He didn't want Adam to fall asleep at the wheel.
Adam heard the honest concern in his friend's voice and he was really tired and to be honest, the thought of trying that beautiful Art Deco bed sounded nice. He also wouldn't mind sleeping with someone for a change, just for the company.
"You talked me into it. Got a pair of sleeping pants I can borrow?" Adam answered with a smile. "Good, yeah. They might be a little big around the waist and a bit short, but come on, I'm tired," Bret said with a yawn of his own.
They rinsed their breakfast dishes and left them to dry. Together they went to the master bedroom. Bret also had an extra tooth-brush for Adam. The doctor took a quick shower, then slipped into a pair of black silk sleeping pants Bret had found for him. They fit better than he thought they would. When Adam came into the bedroom, Bret was just sliding under the covers. Adam went to the other side of the bed. Bret patted the mattress, inviting Adam to join him.
Adam slipped under the covers, "This is comfortable. The room looks great too. Thanks for letting me sleep over. I haven't been to a slumber parts since Jay and I were little," the doctor said with a laughing yawn.
Bret laughed, "Well we have slept together before..." he laughed again, "That sounded tacky. You knew what I meant," Hart nearly blushed, but kept it in check.
Adam laughed in reply, "Yeah, I know what you meant. Thanks again for being here for me. You are a good friend. Sleep well, Bear."
Bret yawned again, "I'll always be here for you. Sleep well, Sugar," Hart pressed a button on a remote control that lay on his bedside table. With a soft hum, metal shades began to slowly lower down over the windows. The room was soon as dark as night.
Adam turned on his side facing away from Bret, "that's cool" he said in a sleep filled voice. The only reply he got was a deep, rumble from Bret. The firefighter too was on his side so he was back to back with Adam.
Back at the University of Colorado Hospital, Hunter was sitting at his desk. It was covered with charts and papers. He was looking everywhere for the Parental Consent For Surgical Treatment form from Adam's patient.
What puzzled him was one form was missing. He'd checked the numbers, he'd found the last signed form, then the next one waiting to be filled out. There was one missing. Was it proof Adam was telling the truth? Doctor Helmsley put that thought out of his mind, of course Adam was telling the truth. How did a form just vanish? His only thought was that somehow, it had been accidentally thrown away. It was the only explanation he could think of. Hunter knew he'd upset Adam, but he had a responsibility to the hospital. In these law suit crazed days every "I" had to be dotted, every "T" crossed. The man would make it up to Adam. With a sigh, Hunter put the charts and papers back together. He wasn't going to go through the dumpsters, but he'd thought about it. His mind was distracted when he was called to an emergency. He picked up his stethoscope and left his office.
In an apartment nearby, Wade Barrett lay on his bed. He was still awake, but barely. There was a smirk on his face. He'd decided to change his plan. While he would still like to have Adam in his bed, wrecking the blond's position at the hospital was more profitable. It would look good to the London Doctors for Wade to move up so quickly in the ranks at a leading American Hospital. He would be assured a number one position on his return in five years. The Englishman turned over in his bed. Yes, destroy Adam at work, start small, end big. Sleep over took him, as the evil smirk remained on his lips. Soon Adam would be at his mercy, then he would decide what to do.
Adam was startled out of a deep sleep by whimpers. It took him a moment to realize the sounds were coming from the other man in the bed. Bret tossed on to his back, "Davy... NO! Come back! Davy!" he whimpered in his sleep. His face was pulled into a look of fear, sweat beaded up on his forehead.
Adam slid over closer to Bret, he softly stroked the still sleeping man's arm, "It's okay. It's just a dream. Hush now," his voice was quiet and soothing.
Bret's eyes fluttered open, his breath came in short pants. He had relived Davy's death all over again. It had happened more and more lately. The dreams had started after the move into the new house. Maybe it was all the upset of moving and going back to work.
"Sorry if I woke you. Been having these dreams a lot lately," Bret said as he turned his head to look at Adam.
Adam smiled softly, "It's okay Bear. It's only natural. Things like moving, work and of course the loss of a spouse can trigger nightmares. It will get better. Would you like something to help you sleep? I can write you a script for some really mild sleeping pills or give you a small injection," the doctor side of Adam came out in full force. He didn't like seeing his friend suffer. If he could do anything to help, he would.
Bret smiled and swiped his face with his hand, "Thanks but no. I don't want to go down the pill road. I'm sure you're right. It will pass. I just forgot how lonely it is... living alone," his voice ended a deep sigh.
"Smart choice, but just thought it would help. Yeah, it took me a while to get used to it when Jay moved out. Then Chris stopped staying all night. I want my own place, but I like being so close to Shawn and Hunter," Adam explained with a yawn.
Bret looked at Adam, a light blush dusted his high cheekbones, "would um, you mind if I um, held you? It will help me sleep." Adam smiled and without a word, curled up in Bret's arms. His head rested on the firefighter's chest, his arm draped over Bret's torso. It felt so comfortable. They fell asleep immediately.
When Shawn arrived at the hospital for the evening shift, he went right to his husband's office. Hunter was going over charts with the head doctor of the evening shift, Dolph Ziggler. Hunter smiled when Shawn walked in, he hated the weeks they were on split shifts. He missed his beautiful husband. It was just part of the job, and soon they would be shifted together again.
The smile on Doctor Helmsley's face faded, Shawn was clearly upset, "What babe? Is everything alright?" Hunter asked in a worried tone. Dolph excused himself, he didn't want to interfere in the married couples personal business.
Shawn thanked Dolph, then rounded on Hunter. "I don't know, is Adam here? He never came home this morning and hasn't come home yet!" his tone made him sound like a worried mother.
Hunter sighed, he started out by telling Shawn what had happened with Adam and the missing form, "... he seemed okay when he left, worried but okay. I'm sure he's fine, hon. Maybe he went to see Jay and fell asleep. Did you try calling him?"
"I am sure that form is some place. Hunter, Jay is out-of-town, remember? The Lionhearts are on a tour. Yes, of course I did, he didn't answer! I'm really worried," Shawn was upset, but wasn't in a panic, not yet at least.
Hunter sighed again, "he's fine baby. Adam is a grown man, he doesn't owe us explanations. He'll be here for his shift. Wait, maybe he's with Barrett, they have been out a couple of times."
Shawn glared at Hunter, "I hope not. Something about that man bothers me. I know Adam is an adult, but he's... fragile sometimes. He doesn't make the best decisions about men. I'll talk to him when he comes in, at least I hope he comes in," his tone was still one of worry. Shawn started to look at the charts on the desk.
The doctor and nurse both sighed, then went on with their work. They couldn't help but worry, Adam and Jay were their children, in their eyes anyway.
Adam would have some explaining to do, if he even came to work.