Salvation [M/M]

16 - Sixteen - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

Getting out at the hospital with Wren, I was positive I had driven no one's car safer than I did in Marco's car with Wren in the backseat. Wren didn't want to be in the car seat for a second longer than he had to. Pulling him out, I carried him on my hip inside and collected a badge at the front desk. I still had to work in a few hours, but I didn't mind taking Wren to see Marco. I wanted to see him, too.

Not even stopping at the desk, I opened Marcos' door, and there was a doctor inside, frowning, as he checked Marcos' wound.

"Hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, no, please come in. I was just checking Marco's wound. I'm Doctor Dominic McLaughlin." His bright red hair pinned up in a bun on the back of his head was definitely telling, right along with his light Irish accent that lingered.

Using the hand that wasn't holding Wren, I shook his hand when he wasn't touching Marco's wound and removed his gloves.

"How's Marco's stab wound?" I asked.

"I would ask if you would like to see it, but most people wouldn't."

"I've already seen enough of Marco's blood and guts for a lifetime."

"Were you present when this all went down, Mr?"

"Ambrose Grayson, And no, but I was the paramedic that tended to him all the way here."

"Oh, I see. That must have been a tough call."

Wren screamed, trying to get his dad's attention. And the doctor excused himself, and Marco groaned. "Give me my baby. I want... no need to hold him."

"Of course, here" I passed Wren off to Marco, who took him, and was clearly uncomfortable, but said nothing about it.

"The nurses asked about you today, or rather, they asked if my partner was coming to visit again, or if I wanted to call you. I didn't understand who they were talking about at first. I figured my ex-husband. But no. Turns out, it was you."

My face heated, and I spoke. "I can explain—-"

"No need. But you should know the nurses talk about you."

"Huh? Why?" I asked, confused.

"They think you're handsome and polite, and something about you being strong because of your job." Marco said, winking at me.

I sighed. "You would think they had better things to do than gossip. They have you to look after. You're pretty easy on the eyes too, Marco Di Salvo."

"Do you have to work tonight?" Marco asked.

"Unfortunately, yes, but I'm looking to take a few days off just to make things easier. Or knock down some of my hours." I said.

"When I'm out, we can't look for something more acceptable for you, apartment wise."

"Oh? Who said I was going to let you have your house back?" I laughed, saying it only as a joke.

"Paying rent in childcare?" Marco asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Maybe." I shrugged.

Wren was just cuddling against Marco, not moving very much.

"Is he sleeping?"

"No, he's just enjoying my company." Marco said, looking down at Wren. "I missed him."

"He missed you too, Marco."

"Couple more days and I should be able to come home, this place and all this, it's driving me nuts, and I don't think I can handle another few days more of tasteless hospital food."