7.0 Scarlett's Art Of Caring About Him

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Aiden hasn't been answering my calls today and though I really shouldn't be clingy, I'm beginning to worry

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Aiden hasn't been answering my calls today and though I really shouldn't be clingy, I'm beginning to worry. The last thing he had said to me was a brief text with a deceptively happy emoji and words that made me worry for him instantly.

'Not feeling so good. Hope I survive.'

That was nearly fourteen hours ago.

I don't know what to do, and end up calling him. My first call goes to voicemail and I follow up with a text that he doesn't see. Panic rising within me, I try calling again and hoping he'll answer.

When he does, I don't feel any better than I did before he answered.

"Scar --"

The greeting is drowned out in a fit of coughing and I frown, hearing the sound of pattering rain behind it all.

"Aiden, are you out?"

He grunts in response, groaning when I hear a loud horn. "Sorry," he adds hoarsely.

"Where are you? You should be resting."

"I am resting," he whines.

I wait for him to give me an explanation but he doesn't say anything else and I decide he's not in the state to tell me anything. Besides, why he's out in such weather comes second. The more important thing is that he needs to be somewhere warm and safe, somewhere he can be taken care of.

"Don't you think you should find a hotel or something?" I suggest, not wanting to ask him why he's not home. I've realized over the past few interactions that Aiden doesn't like talking about his house and his family -- with Owen being the only exception.

"I'm too poor to afford a hotel tonight." He tries to joke, letting out a hoarse laugh that sends him into another coughing fit.

My eyes drop close and I sigh. "Where are you right now?"

"In my car."

"Where's your car, Aiden?"

"I dunno, wait ..." I hear him grumble something and shift noisily in his seat. An accidental bump into the horn causes him to apologize again before he finally tells me where he is.

"All right, listen ... I need you to come over to my place," I instruct him slowly and deliberately. "Go straight and turn left around the block. Walk around my house and there's a back door that you can reach over and unlock. I'll make sure it's dark so you can get in without being spotted. Call me when you get here and I'll tell you where to come. Can you walk?"

There is a moment of silence.

"Aiden?" I press.

"You're kidding, right?"

I roll my eyes. "No, I'm not. Just follow my directions and try not to be seen. I'll take care of the rest."

"But ..."

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