There was something wrong with John. I could tell by the way he was carrying himself and the sunken look of his body. Kinnick wanted to take him to his room, but at the moment, I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. John was drunk, and his mind was full of rage. I am not necessarily sure that rage was fully intended to be aimed at Kinnick, but in the end, it was.

I straightened out the sheets for him as he stood by the corridor. The drowsy look on his face made me worry as I stared at him. He looked upset. What reason would he be out at this time of night? It worried me to think something happened with Riley, and even if I didn't feel like I should ask, I did.

"What's going on, John?" I fluffed his pillows. "Is everything okay at home?"

Tears welled in his eyes. I haven't seen John cry more than once. The only time I did was when he feared Kinnick shot Warren, and he showed up here. I walked towards him, pulling him into a hug before I learned what happened. I didn't need to know to comfort him. I just know he needed someone.

"Riley and I found a surrogate," he mumbled into my shoulder. "But now he isn't sure if he wants kids anymore."

"Did you talk to him about it?"

"I left, and I was angry with Kinnick, but I knew this was the only place I could come because you were here," he cried. "Then I saw Kinnick, and after what happened between you two, and the anger already bottling inside of me, I took it out on him."

I rubbed his back as he cried into my shirt. "John, it's okay."

"Will Kinnick forgive me?"

"Of course," I promised. "He loves you."

"I didn't mean to show up so late."

"You show up anytime you want to, but I think you should talk to Riley."

"I left him. I screwed up."

"So, you are going to walk away?"

His head moved back and forth as he tightened his hold on me. "I don't know how to talk to him."

"Did you tell him where you were going?"

"Do you want me to call him and let him know you are safe?"

When I pulled away from him, his eyes were droopy. I helped him lay down on the bed before I pulled the covers over his body. He snuggled deeper into his pillow before looking up at me with a smile on his face.

"You are the best, Bo," he murmured. "Love you, kid."

"Love you too, John," I turned off the light to the room. "Goodnight."

I grabbed my phone from my pocket before I was calling Riley. He didn't hesitate to pick up. He must be worried about John. After learning everything was okay, he was able to take a breath of relief. I promised him everything was okay and that he would be home tomorrow. I would have let him leave, but Riley understood why I didn't.

Kinnick was in the bedroom when I arrived. He was holding a towel to his nose, trying to calm down the bleeding. The cut above his eyebrow was a little deep, but nothing I couldn't stitch up. I grabbed our emergency kit from underneath the sink - well, technically the 'Whenever Kinnick Gets Beat Up Kit."

I sat on his lap on the bed as I threaded the needle through his eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"I think I needed my ass beat."

"I don't," I narrowed my eyes at the thread.

"Why?"

"Because some of us don't get mad at the way we choose to react -"

He shoved my shoulder, making me pull on the thread. "Kinnick! I could pull your eyebrow off!"

"I should beat your little ass," he helped me sit back up.

"I don't know," I cut the end of the thread off. "It seems like a lot of that already went around."

He grabbed the needle from my hand and tossed it across the room. He grabbed my shoulders, flipping me underneath him as he crawled on top. He stared at me with confusion. The look on his face worried me and made me question what was running through his mind, but pain ripped through my stomach.

"Are you okay?"

I gripped my stomach. "Just a girl thing, you know?"

He smiled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Can I do anything for you?"

"I actually need to go to the bathroom, really bad," I chuckled. "So, you could let me up."

He rolled off of me. "Whatever you want, bookworm."

I didn't want to know about the pain shooting through my body. He thought everything was okay, and it wasn't. While he was downstairs earlier, I made a phone call. My primary doctor promised me a spot tomorrow morning, so we could talk about what was happening. As I looked down at the pad between my legs, I realized the bleeding stopped.

My heart dropped because I worry too much. I didn't know what was going on, and even though I heard Kinnick snoring in the room next to me, I knew I was never going to bed. When I laid down next to him, I scrolled through my phone, hoping to find something to distract me. I only had nine hours between now and my appointment.

So, I went back to the shower. Then I went down to the library. I went to the kitchen to eat and drink a cup of coffee. Then I went back to the bookroom on a full stomach. My body jumped around the house - more than my mind jumped to conclusions. My trampoline was bouncy, and it was sending me wherever I wanted to go.

I tried reading the first page of Stephen King's It, but I could barely get through the first sentence. The book ended up resting on my chest as I stared at the atlas on the ceiling. My eyes drifted back on the wallpaper someone installed on the ceiling, and I silently thanked them for it.

I stayed up all night. The morning sun was starting to peek through the windows of the library. I knew I should get back to Kinnick before he asked me why I was up all night long. Yet, the second l left the book room, I saw him sitting at the kitchen island.

"Goodmorning, bookworm," he lifted his yellow cup toward me.

The cut on his eyebrow was bruising. Luckily, I am a professional at stitching up wounds. He fell asleep without complaining about being in pain. Well, about his eyebrow anyway. His ribs were bruised from the repetitive blows to the abdomen. Thankfully, I was able to get downstairs to stop John in time.

I smiled, stretching out my arms. "Goodmorning."

"When did you plan on coming to bed?"

"Oh, is it morning already?"

He snickered. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I think so," I chuckled. "But I need to stop by the office. Marcus needs me to help him with some paperwork."

"Paperwork?"

"He has no idea how to use the fax machine."

"Got it," he brought the cup to his lips.

"When John comes down -" I noticed the green-eyed man. "Good morning, John."

"Riley said you called him," he smiled at me. "Thank you."

"Anytime," I pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Are you feeling better?"

"I would actually like to apologize for what I did," he looked at Kinnick. "I don't want to sound like I am making excuses, but I am going through shit right now -"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me," Kinnick brushed him off. "I get it."

"I still need to say sorry."

"We are all a little fucked up," Kinnick winked at me.

"I need to get ready," I pat them on their shoulders. "Everything will be okay down here, right?"

"Absolutely."

"Good," I looked back at John. "If you need something, you can call me. Okay?"

"Thank you."

"Of course," I smiled. "You'll be okay, though?"

He nodded. "I have a pretty great support system."

"I'll be back soon," I grabbed my purse from the counter.

"You are not going to change?"

I looked down at my sweatpants. "I don't know, I like to be the office bum."