“Gerard?” she whispered, pressing her ear to the door. “Yeah, it’s me, babe,” Gibsie’s voice came from the other side. Thank god. Scrambling off the bed, I hurried to the door just as Claire pulled it open. We both winced when the hallway light almost blinded us both. “Hey,” Gibsie acknowledged as he stood in the doorway wrapped in a coat and beany cap. “Thought you’d be up.” “What’s happening?” Claire quickly asked him. “Have you heard anything?” “Is Johnny okay?” I demanded. “Is he out of surgery yet?” “Were you talking to his parents?” Claire asked. “Is his mam with him?” “Is he okay?” I
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