Page 153 of Montana Manhunt

“Happy to be alive, sir.”

“You look good for a woman with a hole in her shoulder and leg. You and Noah decide where you want to spend your honeymoon. I’ll work out the transportation.”

“Thank you, sir. How’s Rayne?”

“Awake and alert. Like you, she wants to leave the hospital. Grant is talking to her doctor to work out the details.”

Violet’s doctor walked in. “I understand you want to leave our fine facility.” He smiled.

“No offense, Doc, but I have something I need to do.”

“I heard. I’m sorry about the loss of your sister. Be honest with me and yourself, Violet. Do you feel you’re ready to leave?”

She nodded. “My head is clear. No nausea, confusion, or dizziness.”

“What about your pain level?”

“Right now, I feel nothing.”

“You know that will change in a few hours when the pain medicine wears off.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll take whatever prescriptions you give me, but I have to go to my sister’s funeral. Please. She was my twin.”

He studied her a moment, then gave a brief nod. “All right. I’ll let you go on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“If the pain is unmanageable or if you develop a fever, you will go to the closest hospital for treatment. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir. You have my word.”

He gave a curt nod. “The nurse will bring your discharge papers in a few minutes. Don’t push yourself, Ms. Trevelyan. You’ll set your progress back if you do.”

“Yes, sir.”

“As soon as you return home, go to your doctor and have him set up your physical therapy sessions. Do whatever the therapists tell you to do.”

“I will. I promise.” Violet shook the doctor’s hand. “Thanks for everything.”

“Glad I could help. I hope your recovery is swift.”

After the doctor left, Noah turned to Brent. “What about Rayne’s prognosis?”

The boss waggled his phone. “Grant just sent word that she’s being released with the same instructions as Violet. She should be able to leave soon.”

In less than an hour, Noah and Grant escorted the two women to the lobby of the hospital, pushing them in wheelchairs. “This is embarrassing,” Rayne muttered.

“Tell me about it,” Violet agreed. “At least you’re able to get around on crutches. I’ll have to hobble wherever I go for a while. Can’t use crutches with the shoulder wound.”

Rayne studied her critically. “You also won’t be able to wear the outfit you chose for today. The bandage is too bulky.”

“It’s not important.” Noah tossed the SUV keys to Grant, who loped off to retrieve the vehicle. “The only thing that matters is saying goodbye to your sister. I have a feeling Camilla wouldn’t care what you wore today.”

Violet’s lips curved. “You’re right. She didn’t care about clothing fashion. Cami always told me to wear what I was comfortable in when we were together.”

“Then let’s get you to Morrison. We have your Go bag in the back of the SUV along with Rayne’s. Both of you can change clothes and relax before the funeral starts.” He’d also make sure Violet took her pain medicine. While she might feel no pain at the moment, that would change as the day wore on.

An hour later, Noah escorted Violet into the funeral home, his arm around her waist.

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