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exactly what he needs to purge his day.
    A few minutes later, the tears have dried and Vance is able to think straight again. He thanks Ryder, which is met with a “nothing you wouldn’t do for me,” then both men move on as if nothing happened.  Vance goes up to his room and takes a shower. He is just about to get into bed for a little nap when he remembers that he is supposed to go see Melina. Fuck! As much as he likes her, he just isn't in the mood to see her. But he promised and he doesn't want to start off a possible relationship with him breaking a promise.
    So Vance forces himself to get dressed, pulling on a pair of faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt. After putting on his socks and sneakers, he shoves his wallet into his back pocket and heads downstairs. When he walks into the kitchen, Ryder, Dayne, and Tripp are eating the dinner that Ryder cooked.
    “You going somewhere?” Ryder asks, an eyebrow raises in question.
    Vance nods and clears his throat. “I promised...” he starts then has to clear his throat again. “...Melina that I'd stop by,” he finishes, his voice hoarse.
    “You sure you’re up for that?” Ryder asks, brows now furrowed.
    Vance sighs and grabs his keys out of the bowl on the counter. “No, but I promised.”
    “How ‘bout I come with you?” Ryder says and pushes his chair out.
    “Nah, man, I'll be alright. I'm not going to stay long,” Vance insists and leaves before any of them can argue more.

    Vance walks slowly down the hospital corridor toward Melina's room. He is exhausted and won’t miss coming here once Melina is released. He comes to a stop in front of her door, raking a hand through his still damp hair then knocks. Hearing Melina say “come in,” he opens the door and enters. Vance ducks around the curtain to see Melina sitting up in bed, an iPad in her lap. She is in her own clothes - the sexiest raggedy old nightshirt he’s ever seen - and looks as if she recently showered. Not that she could shower with the condition her leg is in, so it must have been some kind of sponge bath. But how did she wash her hair? Oh well, whatever, he’s clearly overthinking things. Her long dark hair is damp, laying in waves over her shoulders. The old nightshirt is doing nothing to hide her beauty. Vance actually thinks that she looks sexy in the outfit.
    Melina smiles brightly when she sees whom her visitor is, which makes him feel good. But her smile quickly fades when she sees the condition that he is in.
    “Vance? Are you okay?” she asks worriedly, putting the iPad aside.
    Vance walks over and sits on the bed next to her hip, facing her. “It's been a really horrendous day,” he answers, his voice still fucked up.
    “Are you sick? Your voice is really hoarse.” She put her hand to his forehead as if checking for a fever.
    “Nah, just dealing with work stuff is taking its toll.”
    “Oh, Vance, you should have just called me. You didn't have to come today,” Melina tells him softly, running her fingers through the hair right above his right ear.
    “But I wanted to see you,” Vance murmurs.
    “But you look exhausted.” Melina frowns.
    Vance just shrugs then watches as Melina methodically rearranges her wires then carefully scoots over and pats the bed next to her. She holds her arms out to him and waits. Vance is too tired to resist so he turns around and sits next to her on her right side. He kicks his shoes off, cautiously putting his feet up on the bed next to hers. She pulls him into her arms, pretty much forcing his head down on her shoulder, then hits the button to tilt the bed back some. He shimmies down a little bit so that he can rest his head on her chest and wrap his arms around her waist, again vigilant not to get too close to her bandaged thigh. She hits another button and the light above them goes out.
    Melina runs one hand lightly up and down his arm, which is resting on her stomach. Her other hand is stroking the back of his head and neck as she