**Quinn's POV**

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I rushed to the door, entered the code, and then ran to Dylan in the living room. I hugged him tightly. "Are you okay?"

Dylan looked at me and Grayson alternately. "Yeah, I'm cool. Nothing happened because after I told the receptionist, they asked Owen to leave."

"Oh, thank goodness." I let go of him and then turned Dylan's wheelchair. "Okay, you are fine."

"I told you so," Dylan replied. He then moved towards Grayson. "Sorry for almost ...