Killian clenched and unclenched his fists. He couldn’t contain his frustration as they volleyed questions and answers back and forth. If something had happened to Dizzie, he’d never forgive himself for bringing her here. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”
The first nurse pushed up from her chair. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are?”
Trying to get his frustration back to manageable levels, he forced a smile. “I’m sorry. I’m worried about my friend.”
More than worried, since both nurses agreed that something was wrong with Dizzie. What weren’t they telling him?
“Your friend?” She glared at him and he knew the damage was done. “The one who came in with injuries from a car accident? That poor dear is probably better off withoutfriendslike you.”
“Can you please tell me what’s going on?”
“Are you family?”
He shook his head, but the pinch of her lips told him she knew the answer. “Can’t tell you if you’re not family.”
Killian bit back a curse. What now?
“If you can tell family where she is, you can tell me.” Portia’s cold voice came from right behind him.
Fuck.He’d thought it couldn’t get any worse.
“Ms. Tremaine.” Both nurses were polite. The attitude he’d gotten had been replaced by respect and deference. And a little fear.
“Can you tell me what your relationship is with the patient?” The first nurse was brave enough to ask.
Portia ground her teeth together. Admitting to her relationship with Dizzie had to be killing her. Was Dizzie’s relationship to the Tremaines in her records or had the hospital already hidden it?
The need to find Dizzie was almost a physical weight. Right now, Portia was his best option. So he stayed silent. All he wanted was to demand answers.
“I’m her…sister.” Portia forced the words out through clenched teeth.
Killian looked at her, really looked at her. It was almost funny how alike the sisters were, though neither of them would admit it. Both stubborn to a fault. If they’d grown up together, they’d either be best friends or diehard rivals.
Why hadn’t they grown up together? The hospital said there was no record of Dizzie before her hospitalization. Only the DNA test had revealed the relationship. And only because a fluke of fate had led a lowly courier to get treatment in the best Tremaine facility: her sister had tried to run her over.
“Does she have any other family?” The nurse didn’t look up as she updated the records.
God, this had to be killing Portia. Poor little rich girl. Only daughter. Never the apple of her father’s eye. Dizzie didn’t seem in the running for that position either.
“Just me. Andmyfather.” The words rushed out in a tangle.
Killian wished he could pull her into her arms and comfort her. She wouldn’t allow it. Not in public. And maybe not ever after Tommy and Dizzie.
If the nurse picked up on her frustration, she didn’t react. “Great, thank you.”
When she finished typing, the nurse pulled the screen up so Portia could see it. “This is your sister’s monitor.”
Portia grimaced, but stepped closer to look at the screen.
Killian wanted to crowd in, but he was afraid that if they remembered he was there, they’d shut him out completely.
The nurse traced her finger over the screen. “This line is her heartbeat. It’s steady but…”
“It’s weird,” the other nurse piped up.
“Weird?” Portia asked.
The first nurse sighed. “I hate to say it, but yes. It’s healthy,” she said, hurriedly placing her hand over Portia’s to reassure her, “but it’s too slow. Like she’s in a coma.”
