The car rolled to a stop in front of the apartment building.
Aaron and Petty got out and grabbed the stuff they’d picked up for Malcom. Aaron ended up carrying it all, trailing behind Petty, who was still wearing her sunglasses.
“We should really text J before we head up,” Aaron said as he hit the elevator button, clearly not ready to let this go. “Petty, you know J’s a guy. What if he’s walking around half-naked or something…?”
Petty pulled off her sunglasses. “You’re right. We should at least give him a heads-up.”
When the elevator arrived, Petty walked in first, Aaron close beside her.
Aaron kept glancing at her, but she just stood in front of the elevator doors, not moving, not saying a word, and definitely not texting. Was she going to call or not?
They rode silently until the elevator stopped at Malcom’s floor. Once they were in front of his door, Petty finally pulled out her phone and shot off a text.
Five minutes passed without an answer. No sign of life from inside. Suddenly, a chime sounded behind them as the elevator doors slid open again. Aaron looked over right away.
Malcom stepped out dressed all in black, with a cap pulled low and a mask covering half his face. He was using a crutch, and his right leg was wrapped in a cast. Each step looked like an effort, but he was still carrying a grocery bag, swinging it as he made his way down the hall.
Petty froze in shock.
“J!” Aaron dropped everything and hurried over. As soon as he got close, the strong scent of medicinal patches hit him, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Jay really did a number on you, huh? Absolute jerk!”
Malcom wasn’t some big shot who always got his way, but he’d never looked this helpless before. The sight of him struggling out of the elevator was just... sad.
Aaron quickly took the grocery bag from him, concern all over his face. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

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