Page 21 of Now that I Found You
“It’s gonna be okay. He’s going to be okay. Just breathe, Ellie. Remember to just breathe.”
I nod my head, mentally reminding myself of my mantra to just breathe, as I head back out to the hallway to be with my friends until we hear more.
Opening the door, the first person I see is Kinsley as she rushes toward me wrapping her arms around me.
“Oh my God,” she cries.
I hug her back, but the tears from earlier don’t fall. I almost feel numb.
“You promised me you wouldn’t scare me like this again.” She leans back, reaching up to swipe the tear under her eye away before stepping away. Her hand finds mine, squeezing as she flashes me a forced smile.
“I’m sorry,” I reply, remembering the comment she made the day in the hospital moments after I woke up.
“I’m looking for the family of Callum Reid,” the commanding voice cuts in through the waiting room just as I glance over and see Callum’s mom, Connie, push through the doors toward me.
Her eyes are red with anguish, as Randy follows along behind her.
I raise my hand up to the doctor. “That’s us,” as Connie rushes over. I recognize him as the same doctor who helped treat me when I was in the hospital, and it’s like a twisted form of déjà vu.
“Hello,” he says, his eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to recall where he may know me from. He doesn’t press it, and I’m thankful because I’d rather focus on what he’s about to tell us and not relive the past anymore than I already do.
“I’m Doctor Kline. Callum sustained a stab wound to his abdomen. While he lost a lot of blood, we were able to give him a transfusion. The good news is it just barely missed his liver. Had the wound been any higher, he would’ve lost a lot more blood and it’s hard telling where he would be.”
Oh, God.
“So, what does that mean? Will he be okay?”
No offense but get to the damn point.
He nods his head. “We had to do some repairs to his intestines, so he’ll be sore for some time, but he should be okay.”
Hearing him say those words, “he should be okay,”gives me a renewed hope.
He’s going to be okay. Reaching up to rub my hand over my stomach, I tell myself for the second time we’re going to be okay.
