James frowned. No hospital and he lived alone? Not good. This poor kid could get worse and have no one around to know it until it was too late. Looking between Sky and the nurse trying to help him, James breathed out a long sigh.

“I’ll see to him,” he assured. Being faculty meant he got to park closer to the building than the students did, so getting Sky to his car wouldn’t be hard. He’d carry the young man if he had to. And no, he wouldn’t be taking him to the dorm where he could get worse alone. He’d put him up in his office on the sofa bed and crash in his daughter’s room since she wouldn’t be there until the weekend.