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“We want to admit her and monitor her for a day or two to make sure there isn’t any permanent damage. Is she going to be okay here in the Omega Ward or should we have her transferred?” he asked.
“Here’s fine.” Mercy Hospital was the best, where else would they take her?
Omega Ward?
“Go wait on the second floor. The nurse will let you know when she’s ready for visitors. Someone should bring her things so that she’ll be more comfortable,” he added.
Things? I nodded. “Of course, Doctor. Thank you.”
He left, and I texted Evan, hoping he’d know.
Me
She’s being admitted, and might be here a few days. Doc says to bring her things.
Evan
On it.
Not knowing what else to do, I went up to the second floor to an area outside a guarded set of doors that saidOmega Ward.
I sat there in the waiting room, letting Spencer know what was going on, and checking my emails from my phone. Unable to do much work from here, I started looking up seizures and concussions. Also, gammas.
Oh, gammas fell under omega law? Was that good or bad?
“Excuse me, Mr. Lawson? I’m Sharice, one of the hospital caseworkers. I’d like to chat with you about Grace.” Sharice was a no-nonsense middle-aged beta.
My belly sank. “Of course.”
“While I understand that she was attacked yesterday, she also has a lot of old injuries.” She gave me a look, as if I’d caused it.
Fuck.Stick as close to the truth as possible.
“Her parents were horrible. I know this looks bad, butIdidn’t hurt her. Not yesterday, not ever,” I told her, hoping she believed me.
She asked me a bunch of questions, unimpressed by my answers. Where was Evan? I could use his help since he knew how to navigate all of this.
A large, imposing, man in a suit with a badge and a hard expression strode over to us, and my belly twisted.
“Sorry to interrupt, you are Mr. Lawson?” he asked.
“Yes.” My heart lodged in my throat.
“I’m Detective Orson. I’m taking over for Detective Lawson regarding Miss Ellington’s case,” he growled.
While that made sense, I’d rather deal with my sister.
“Doctor. She’sDoctor Ellington,”I corrected. I wanted to bristle at him, challenge him for even thinking I’d hurt my Grace. But that wouldn’t help.
“I’m going to take him down to the station for a little chat,” he told the social worker.
What did I do? Immediately asking for a lawyer would make me seem guilty.Think like a mate.If this were Evan, or one of my packmates, I’d cooperate.
I stood, trying to project innocence and confidence. “Of course. Whatever you need, Detective. Is it okay if I let my omega know? He went to get Grace’s things, and I want someone to be here when she’s allowed visitors.”
“Go ahead.” He started walking.
I followed, texting the group chat an update about Grace and that I was going to the station. Hopefully, this wouldn’t end with me being detained.
