“I’m staying with him,” Maddox declared. The doctor paused. “Oh, uh . . .” Roscoe tried. “Maddox . . .” Maddox shot him the perfectly arched eyebrow and Roscoe promptly shut up. “We normally only allow the parents of younger patients to sleep in the rooms,” she added. “He can be my son,” Maddox said, then turned to Jeremy. “You can call me daddy.”
