The Business Man's Son (Wattpad Version)

Recovery

Landon

I had to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation and found out Asher was in the same hospital. I went to visit him. I made my way to his hospital room and found him sitting in bed, watching bad daytime TV.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" I asked, standing in the doorway with my arm in a sling.

"I should ask you the same thing," Asher answered. He turned off the TV, and I walked into the room, sitting down in a chair near his bed. "Leave it to you to get shot," Asher remarked.

"Oh, this," I said, pointing to my arm. "That's a knick," I said, blowing off my wound.

"A knick, my ass. You're lucky that Rafe didn't put a bullet in your ass," Asher mentioned.

"That's a little hard since he has a bullet hole in his head," I retorted.

"Yeah, I heard. Good for Flame. Someone should have put Rafe out of his misery a long time ago," Asher mentioned.

"Yeah, my family went through a lot because of Rafe," I said.

"Landon," Asher said.

I looked at Asher.

"Men like Rafe don't care who they hurt. They care about themselves. Rafe picked your mom because he thought she was an easy target. He discovered that she wasn't, especially when she chose to walk away from the business," Asher informed me.

"How do you know this? I thought my dad helped my mom," I said, feeling confused.

"Quinn told me. She reviewed your mom's file when the Feds assigned her to go undercover," Asher answered.

"Well, after I leave here, I'm going to rehab," I told Asher. "You don't seem surprised."

"Landon, this lifestyle was never for you. I watched you try to stay on the straight and narrow, but eventually, you succumb to the drugs. I watch many dancers fall into the trap, and most never make it. There's the exception to the rule, and you're it," Asher reasoned.

"You looked out for me when I didn't deserve it. You are my best friend," I mentioned, meaning it.

"I know, and you're my best friend," Asher agreed.

We talked more before I went back to my hospital room. Two years ago, I was sitting in my dorm room at college studying a subject I loathed. Since I became a dancer and addict, I realized that I wanted to do something better with my life.

"Knock, knock," Quinn announced.

I looked up and smiled. Quinn walked into my room and over to my bed.

"How are you feeling?" Quinn asked.

"I have pain, but it limits me on what I can take for it. I can take Tylenol and Ibuprofen," I answered.

"It sucks, but it's better that way," Quinn reasoned.

"So, after I finished rehab, I want to take you on a date," I mentioned.

"A date? What kind of date? Because I'm a low-key person, who enjoys pizza and cuddling on the couch, watching a movie," Quinn said casually.

"Low-key is good. I prefer low-key over fancy," I mentioned.

"Then it's a date after rehab," Quinn said, grinning.

I smiled. I couldn't wait for my date with Quinn. That gave me the motivation to work on my sobriety. Quinn stayed a while, and we talked. It was nice being able to have a conversation without watching our backs.