Page 95 of One of Them Girls

Taking a seat next to him, I ask, “Have you heard anything?”

Jack goes to speak, but another voice beats him to it.

“He has a broken arm in two places. They did surgery to put it in a bunch of metal so he can heal,” the man holding Tinsley says gruffly. “You must be Cassi.”

“Be nice,” Tinsley chastises him. “How are you holding up?” She turns to ask me.

“I’m okay, you?”

“I’ve been better.” She sighs.

“I never want to hear you scream like that again,” her man says.

“Agreed,” the dark-haired man says.

“I’m Sage,” the beautiful blonde says with an open smile, walking over to me to shake my hand. “This is my boyfriend Reed, Tinsley’s brother.” She smiles up at her man, who looks at her like she hung the moon. “And Casanova over there is Finley, Tinsley’s boyfriend. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I would say nice to meet you, but.” I smile awkwardly.

“That would be a lie.” Sage smirks.

“Are his parents coming?” I ask no one in particular.

“One would think if you were so close to Xavier, you would know he’s basically estranged from his parents. That’s what happens when you fight their demands and go against what they want,” Reed’s unkind voice says, leaning against the wall before pulling Sage into him, away from me.

“They are both over in Europe currently. They told me to keep them updated,” Tinsley says softly while nibbling on her lip.

“Hey, stop that,” Finley scolds her, pulling her lip free. “That’s my lip to torture.” He smirks, making her blush.

“Could you not?” Reed demands, making the girls laugh.

The entire room sobers as soon as the door opens.

The doctor walks in. “Is this the family of Xavier Walsh?”

“We are,” Reed tells him.

Tinsley steps forward. “I’m Xavier’s power of attorney. How is he?”

“Would you like to go somewhere private?” the doctor asks her, looking at our large group.

“Anything you have to say, you can say in front of us,” Sage tells him.

The doctor doesn’t take her word, instead looking to Tinsley.

“They are his family. Anything you tell me, I’ll turn around and tell them, anyway.”

“Very well.”

The doctor goes into detail about how they reset Xavier’s arm. How many pins and bolts he needed. How he lost consciousness for a few moments, but came to before he made it to the hospital. That he has a concussion and how they had to glue shut a cut on his forehead.

The entire time the doctor is talking, my heart is racing. The pain that started earlier being amplified by hearing how hurt he is.

“Overall, he was lucky,” the doctor finishes.

“When can we see him?” Tinsley asks, heartache in her voice.

“Once they have him moved into a private room, someone will come get you. Only two of you at a time to start off with. We don’t want to overwhelm the patient.”

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