“You look mad,” Patrick answered, looking anywhere but actually at Mason. He hadn’t meant to scare his partner but sometimes the castle walls got suffocating and he had needed to get out. Have a beer or something to clear his head, especially as their wedding drew closer and closer. But things never went to plan and he could only have been as careful as other people on the roads were. Pat was just thanking his lucky stars that he was alive to be yelled at.
His whole body hurt but that didn’t stop Patrick from trying to sit up so that he could reach for Masons hand or at least get him to stop pacing. Thankfully the other man sat down next to him before he hurt himself even more. “I can’t control other drivers, I wasn’t the one driving the car. And I’m fine. A concussion and a couple of broken ribs but I’m fine so you can stop worrying about me.”
“You are in the hospital, Pat. Being in the hospital doesn’t usually mean that someone is fine.” Getting the call that Patrick was in the hospital was in the top five worst moments for him and with that fear still simmering, Mason did was he always did and fell back on anger, on annoyance.
Taking a breath again, he squeezed the other man’s hand. “I’m glad that you’re okay,” he said after a moment, his eyes softening considerably. “But please don’t do this again, Patrick. Please.”