"How long am I supposed to stay in the hospital?" Quinn asked once everything had calmed down. His parents shared a look.
Noah was still at his side, sitting in the chair that his Dad had grabbed for him and his Dad had just simply requested another chair for himself. They were back to sitting on either side of Quinn, his needles hidden by their soft, warm hands as they touched him, supporting him.
His parents had stopped crying, but still were clearly upset and stressed. In the middle of all of this, Quinn found out that the baby was fine. Yes, Quinn had been exposed to too many pheromones, especially the angry kind, but the baby had been protected by the medication that his doctor had prescribed. If Quinn hadn't taken it, things could have been risky.
