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Behind me, Grayson’s voice stays low. Clipped. Probably with Devon. Always four moves ahead.
But for once, I am not waiting for orders.
Not today.
The doorsto the ER slide open with a soft hiss, and then I see her.
Bobbie.
Still in scrubs. Her high ponytail sagging.
Tension visibly draining from her shoulders the moment her eyes land on me.
Her face says what mine probably does too, relief that Reagan is alive, grief she had to go through this, and the bone-deep exhaustion that comes after the adrenaline burns off.
But she is here.
And somehow, that steadies me.
I reach back, hand landing on Grayson’s shoulder.
"Dad," I say quietly, "looks like Bobbie’s got an update for us."
Chapter ninety-one
Bobbie, Tuesday 09:37 a.m.
The second I lock eyes with Brooks, something in both of us unclenches.
Not all the way.
Not completely.
But enough to breathe.
He takes a step toward me. Controlled. Measured. Still too tightly wound to speak first.
Grayson turns as I approach, his phone lowered, those pale eyes sweeping over me like a scanner. Measuring. Calculating. Not unkind — just exact.
"She's going to be fine," I say, voice steady even though my scrubs still smell like disinfectant and adrenaline.
"They just finished her scans."
Brooks closes his eyes for a beat.
"She's got a solid concussion," I continue, slipping into clinical gear.
"Looks like she hit the side of her head, possibly the window or pillar during the impact. That's where the bleeding came from."
I glance at Brooks’s wrapped knuckles and the dark smear still near his temple. I don’t ask. I don’t need to.
"She's awake. A little groggy. They’ve got her on fluids and something light for pain. No skull fracture. No brain bleed. Vitals are strong. She's asking for water and trying to sit up — which is a good sign… and a Reagan sign."
That pulls a short huff of breath from Brooks, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
Grayson doesn’t move, but something in his posture shifts. Less rigid. More… ready.
"They’re prepping her to move to a private room now," I add, softening.
