Keith Coleman suddenly shot to his feet, blocking Christopher Sterling. He grabbed his shoulders and forced him right out the door.
Caleb White had warned him that even though his cast was off, he still needed to be extra careful for the next six months. But today, he just wanted to fight.
Christopher Sterling grabbed Keith Coleman's hand, his own grip powerful.
"What are you doing here?"
"You're the one who brought Rose Shaw to the hospital?"
"What's it to you?" Keith Coleman retorted. He suddenly wrenched free of Christopher Sterling's grasp, the corner of his lip twitching into a sinister smile. "Christopher Sterling, you'd better stay away from her from now on! Otherwise, I can't say what I might do!"
"I don't think you're in any position to say that."
Christopher Sterling suddenly grabbed Keith Coleman's shoulder, shoved him aside, and walked toward the hospital bed.
The pain in Keith Coleman's shoulder was so sharp it felt like the bone might fracture.
