“Yeah?”
“Where are you?”
“Over here in the corner keeping watch.”
“It’s so dark over there, I can’t even see you.”
“That’s why I’m here, so if someone comes in that shouldn’t, I will have the upper hand on them.”
“That is not a comforting thought, but thanks.”
“Put it out of your mind and get some rest.”
She settled, and he closed his eyes again, losing track of time, and he wasn’t certain how long it had been when the door opened again, but the next person who came in was the doctor, and he flipped on the light switch flooding the room with light.
“Ms. Moynahan, you had quite a scare this evening. You’re EKG looked good and from what you told the nurse, the heaviness in your chest has subsided. The tox screen panel we ran on your blood looks good as well, so no concern there either. I want to listen to your lungs for now. Can you sit up for me?”
She complied. Breathing in deep when he requested.
“Good. Good. I’m going to order a breathing treatment to be on the safe side to clear out your lungs since we don’t know what you were exposed to. Once you do that, and if there are no other symptoms that occur, then I think you should be good to go home.”
“Thank you,” she said.
He turned the light back out when he left.
“I should be happy with that news, but the thought of returning home tonight doesn’t make me thrilled,” she said.
“Well, we don’t know how long it will take for them to come in for that treatment, or how long afterward they will make you stay either. It could be morning before we are out of here.”
“That sounds better,” she agreed.
“Try to relax again.”
“I will.”
Two hours and fifty-three minutes later they were checking out of the ER. The sun was coming up as they walked to Grimm’s jeep. “What time does that diner open? You want to get breakfast before we head to the carriage house?”
“Might as well, it’s open,” Quinn said. “A strong cup of their coffee sounds good right now. I think I’ll sleep better on a full stomach.”
“That it does.”
She gave him directions and he headed that way.
They found an unoccupied booth and glanced at the plastic-covered menus that were standing up behind the napkin dispenser on the table. The waitress came by with a coffee carafe and filled their coffee cups they’d turned right side up once they sat down.
“Are you ready to order?” she asked.
“Two eggs, sunny side up, crisp bacon, and toast, lightly buttered,” Quinn said.
“That sounds good. I’ll have the same, but add a short stack to my order,” Grimm said.
“I’ll bring a jelly and jam selection for you when I return,” the waitress said.
Quinn brought her cup of coffee up to her nose and inhaled the aroma. “Fresh brew. Nothing smells better.”
“I normally drink mine,” he said. “Not sniff it.”
She giggled. “I do too, but I’m trying to stay awake, silly.”
