Oliver's POV
"Uhm… we're here to visit Ollie," Nick said carefully, like he wasn't sure if staying would get him killed or if walking out would get him killed twice.
Vicky's glare didn't help him decide.
Benjamin cleared his throat from the back of the group. "Maybe we'll just… come back later. We were planning to eat lunch here, but we can go out instead and just bring you something, Oliver. You should rest."
"Don't go!" Vicky snapped, then pointed at herself. "How about all of YOU stay here, and I go?"
She turned her glare on me, eyes still swollen and furious. "I'll even hire a caregiver for you. A whole team, if you want! And then I'll never come back and never show my face to you again. How about that, huh, Oliver?!"
She grabbed her bag, shoulders trembling, already halfway out the door.
"Vicky! Don't—wait—" I tried to climb out of the bed, reckless and desperate. "Argh—dammit—Vicky, STOP!"
