"Is this your first time on a plane?" Chance asks as he notices Tim fidgetting in his seat.
"Not exactly. Adam and I flew to Belize for our honeymoon. I was scared to death. Don't feel overconfident about this time either." Tim answers as he fastens his seatbelt.
"You'll be fine." Chance chuckles at his friend.
"Yeah, well, I'll feel better when my feet are back on the ground." Tim says with a sigh as he looks out the window.
"Can I ask you something?" Chance asks after a few minutes had passed.
"Sure." Tim answers as he continues to gaze out the window.
"What if Chris did have something to do with Adam getting hurt?" Chance asks as he eyes his friend. He watches Tim's jaw twist in anger.
Tim slowly turns his head, meeting Chance's eyes. The Cajun's eyes were dark with anger.
"I'll kick his f*cking ass." Tim says in a low but stern voice. "No one hurts Adam."
"Tim, I can only imagine how you're feeling but you can't do that. That asshole will have you arrested for assault." Chance argues.
"That's the chance I'll have to take." Tim says as he turns his eyes back toward the window.
"Tim, listen to me." Chance says as he places a hand on Tim's arm. "We're going to Minnesota to get Adam when the hospital releases him and bring him home. We can't very well do that if you're in jail. Now can we?"
"What do you expect me to do, Chance?" Tim asks as he turns to face the doctor. "Smile, shake the b*stard's hand and thank him for intentionally hurting my husband? That's not me."
"No, I know it's not. But you don't need to end up behind bars either. What good is that going to do Adam?" Chance says. "He needs you with him and not in jail."
Tim sighs and looks down at his lap. He knew Chance was right. If he wasn't there when they release Adam from the hospital, he would be forced to go home with his brother. That was the last thing he wanted to happen.
They were soon landing in Mankato. (Don't know if Mankato has an airport or not but it does in this story) They weren't sure how long they would have to stay so Chance rented a car. Tim asks directions to the hospital while Chance put their luggage into the trunk of the rental.
"D*mn! It's cold." Tim says as he gets into the car. "How the hell can anyone live here?"
"They're used to it. You're just used to that hot humid weather of the bayou." Chance chuckles. Tim hands the doctor the address so he could program it into the GPS.
"They said there is a hotel about a block from the hospital." Tim says as he holds his hands in front of the heat. "But I want to go to the hospital first to see Adam."
"We're on our way." Chance nods as he pulls out into the street.
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"May I help you?" The lady at the desk asks with a smile.
"Yeah, we're here to see Adam Foust. He was brought in yesterday with a broken leg." Tim says.
"Well, let's see." The lady says as she types something in on the computer. "I'm sorry but we don't have a listing for Adam Foust. There was an Adam Rupp brought in."
Tim's lips tighten in anger.
"That's him." Chance speaks quickly.
After getting the room number, they head to the elevator.
