Page 98 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

“The man that did this,” I said softly. “He…”

“We got the name from KD,” I heard Wake say.

I looked up and found the room otherwise empty except for him.

KD was gone as well.

“What?” I asked.

“We got the name from KD,” he answered. “Guy heard a lot while that fucker was standing on top of him. Trust me when I say, they’ll find him. If KD doesn’t wind back up in jail, anyway.”

I didn’t react.

But I was glad that they were out there looking.

Maybe that would mean that I could take him out before I left…

“Dory Crow?” I heard called.

I stood on numb legs and looked at the haggard looking female doctor that was standing in the entryway of the waiting room.

“That’s my wife,” I croaked.

The doctor nodded. “You are aware of her injuries?”

I nodded.

“We were able to fix all of them,” she said. “She has stitches from here to here.” She gestured from ear to ear. “All blood supply as of right now is looking good. We’re hopeful that there will be no lasting effects from that.”

I nodded and swallowed hard.

“The bones in her left hand were pulverized. We did the best we could with rods, screws, and the help of a phenomenal doctor. We’re hopeful that she’ll regain function of that hand again. But she’ll never be able to have any of those removed. They’re there permanently.”

I closed my eyes and felt grief well inside of me.

“The incision on her abdomen where we took the baby out was fairly large. We closed her up…” She gestured from sternum to pubic bone. “But she’ll have a lot of scarring there from a few pieces of shrapnel that we had to remove.”

My mouth was dry as the Sahara.

“She has a broken right ankle. Multiple broken ribs.” She hesitated, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what she said next.

“She’s had a stroke,” the doctor admitted. “Whether it was from the birth, or the surgery… we don’t know. She’s on life support. There’s a machine breathing for her. We’ve put her into a medically induced coma to hopefully help with the brain swelling.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Okay,” Wake said, eyeing the doctor. “Can he see her?”

The doctor’s eyes moved from me to Wake and back.

“As of right now, no,” she said. “She’s in the ICU. Visiting hours are over. They don’t open again until tomorrow morning at nine. However, your child can use a visit.”

Your child can use a visit.

“Please,” I croaked. “Just for a second. I won’t stay. I just… just for a second.”

The doctor’s eyes softened. “Follow me.”

I did. And wished I didn’t.

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