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“Don’t look at me like that,” Chuck sneers. “You shouldn’t even be out of the damn bed.”
“Probably not,” Raleigh agrees.
“Then why the fuck are you?” Chuck demands, stopping the wheelchair outside of Raleigh’s bunk room.
“Can’t do this in medical,” Raleigh says, hoisting himself out of the chair. He wobbles just enough for Chuck to be concerned before leveling out.
The kiss is nothing like the few they’d shared in medical; there is no caution here, no worry, no hesitation.