“That’s where you were intubated. I’ll get you something to drink. Would you like a ginger ale? That will help settle your tummy as well if you feel nauseated.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Grimm, what’s so interesting?”
“The article about your stabbing. Apparently, the reporter talked to everyone except for me,” he said. “The EMTs, an ER nurse, the two officers who came to the hospital, and even some of the people who passed us on the street. It’s quite fascinating.”
“It’s Jimmy’s first front pager too,” the nurse said. “His mom’s quite proud of him.”
“Does she work here?” Quinn asked.
“In the lab.”
“I want to read it,” Quinn told him. “Did they get a photo?”
“No. Which I’m surprised no one in the crowd snapped one as many had gathered around us,” Grimm said, bringing the paper over to her. “You were having some bad dreams about the incident and Bathsheba earlier.”
“I was?”
He nodded.
“At least I wasn’t having naughty dreams about us,” she said. “Now that would have been embarrassing.”
“Have you?” he asked.
Her cheeks warmed by his questions. “No. Not a one. That I recall, anyway.”
He grinned. “Just checking.”
The nurse giggled. “I take it the two of you aren’t an item then?”
“No,” they both said in unison, then looked back at one another and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“We did tell a few people he was my college boyfriend that I had gotten back together with to explain him staying at my house in Altoona, but that wasn’t true.”
“Some people can be so nosey,” the nurse said, straightening the sheets around her. “I think that should do it until the next rounds of vitals checks. They should bring you a tray shortly and I’ll get you that ginger ale.”
“Thanks.”
When they were alone, Quinn sighed. “So how bad was it?”
“The doctor said you were lucky the knife didn’t hit any vital organs. You lost a lot of blood, and they did have to give you a blood transfusion. They have you on iron to help build up your strength. He also said you’d be weak for several days. He wants to keep you in here for a day for observation, and then he’ll determine when he’ll release you.”
“Have the police come up with any leads?”
He shrugged. “I haven’t heard from the officers. The station closed at four thirty and they were anxious to get off duty when they were here yesterday. I called the desk sergeant as instructed and left word on your progress.”
“Anything else I should know?”
“Burrows found a tracking device on the bottom of my jeep. That’s the reason we didn’t see anyone following us from Altoona.”
“So that explains it.”
“Yep.”
“We also checked out of the Holiday Inn and are staying with Burrows at his cabin outside of town. It’s not bad at all. You have your own room with a bathroom to yourself. I brought your toiletry bag, so you’d have your hairbrush and things when you needed them.”
“That was nice of you. What made you decide to move? Did something happen?”
