“Jesus,” Polly said, “you scared the shit out of us, boss.”
“Good thing Shane had that tracking device in your watch,” Nadia added.
Brooke stared at him, eyes hard and flat. He needed to explain things, tell her why he’d done what he had. “Could you guys give us the room for a minute? I need to talk to Brooke.”
Two EMTs came through the door with a gurney and their medical bags, everyone forced to move out of their way.
“You need to get to the hospital,” Brooke said. “We’ll talk later.”
And then she, too, moved out of the way so the paramedics could go to work on him.
He argued but Brooke quietly slipped out the door and was gone before he could order anyone to stop her.
“Don’t leave her alone,” he told Nadia and Polly.
“I’ve got it,” Ronni said, waving them off. “I’ll get her to the hospital and make sure she’s okay.”
She wasn’t, that he knew.
Worse…it was all his fault.