"Mhm." Chris nods his head. He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, "But Zander refused. He didn't want to give you the drug because the alpha has a fetish?" He scrunches his eyebrows, "I'll call it a fetish. To keep you trapped in his home. "
Ethan sucks in a breath, "You're not making any sense." He mutters. Zander wouldn't do that. Why would he trap Ethan in his room? And is it a trap when Zander is trying to help him get better? Zander said his doctor is better than anyone else at the hospital.
"What else could it be?" Chris scoffs. He leans forward, his knee raising to rest on the matress. There's a gleam in his eye, one Ethan hasn't seen in them before. "The longer you're injured, Ethan, the longer you'll have to be in his care. The longer you'll be by his side. He's fucking crazy, I tell you."
"But, why would he do that? Zander wouldn't -" Ethan scoffs but Chris cuts him off.
