Page 34 of Fatal Love
By the time she got to the ER and past the admitting nurse, she was winded. The nurse who had stopped her on the roof caught her arm as she went running past him.
“Hey, how did you get back so fast?”
She spun out of his grip and waggled her fingers in the air. “Magic.”
But when she got to the ER room where Connor was supposed to be and whipped the curtain back, her stomach dropped to her knees.
The bed was empty.
“He’s in x-ray,” the male nurse said coming up behind her.
“Is he going to be okay?”
The guy liked to shrug it seemed, giving her another one like he had on the pad upstairs. His dark eyes, which had probably seen a lot in his time working the emergency room, showed empathy for her. “A broken rib and he needs stitches. Other than that, he should be swinging like a champ again in no time. His concussion is mild.” He knocked his knuckles against his head. “He’s got a hard noggin, just like me.”
The guy grinned and relief made Sabrina’s knees gooey. “He’s not in shock?”
“Sure he is, but we’re loading him up with fluids and we’ll keep an eye on him.” He motioned at a chair in the corner. “Why don’t you have a seat? You’re looking a little pale yourself.”
Pale? After the night she’d had, the word made her laugh.
But she took the chair because her legs were definitely feeling boneless. “How about the woman? Is she okay?”
The guy made a face. “She’s headed to surgery. The bullet hit her clavicle and did some damage, but the surgeons will fix her up.”
His nametag read Otis. Sabrina stuck out a hand. “Thank you, Otis. I appreciate the information.”
He shook her hand. “Just doing my job, ma’am.” He started to walk away, then stopped. “Nice flying you did out there, by the way.”
Sabrina gave him a thumbs up.Just doing my job.
