The urge to vomit returned. “He needs medical attention.” Alex’s sigh contained multitudes of exasperation. “You and Ava. So driven by your consciences. No wonder you’re siblings,” he muttered. “Fine. I’ll send someone to take care of him.” “Take care of him as in…” Another, deeper sigh. “As in medical attention, Josh. I’m not going to kill him. I barely know him.” “Right.” With Alex, it was always best to double check.
