Ginny sits down next to me and squeezes my hand. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, Mace. But I do know this—being strong for Logan is the best thing you can do for him right now.”
I glance at her. “You’re right. Thank you.”
The double-doors open, and a doctor steps out. He walks over to Logan’s parents.
They’re too far away for me to overhear, but when a smile crosses Mrs. Wild’s face, I sag against Ginny’s shoulder in relief.
“He’s awake!” Reid shouts.
Thank you, God.
I want to see him.
I need to see him.
But lots of people are here to see Logan.
And now that we’re allowed to go through the double doors, it’s awfully crowded as we walk down the hall and peek through the open doorway of Logan’s room.
My stomach twists into knots when I see Logan lying in bed with machines around him and a bandage on his head.
Gigi races into the room, and Logan’s entire family follows.
I hang back with Ginny and Dave.
“I think we should wait,” I murmur.
The three of us stand outside the room while Logan’s mom fusses over him.
After a few minutes, everyone but Luke leaves the room.
As Mrs. Wild comes over to me, I stand up.
“How is he?” I ask.
“A concussion and bruised ribs,” she says. “But no broken bones and no internal damage. It’s a miracle.”
I throw my arms around her, fighting back my own tears. “I’m so glad.”
“He asked for Luke,” she says as I pull back. “I thought he might.”
Knowing Logan and Luke’s history with bronc riding and what they went through together, I nod. “It makes sense. I’m sure you’ll get to visit with him again really soon.”
* * *
Logan
Macey peeks through the doorway, but then she disappears.
I shift my gaze past Mama chastising me, Dad glowering at me with a look of concern, and Gigi doing her whole worried-fiancée routine. I can’t see Macey anywhere.
Once my brothers and cousins have made their way to my side to ask how I’m doing, I ask to speak to Luke alone.
The room clears out immediately.
I’ve got a killer headache. The right side of my face hurts. And my body feels like it’s been stepped on by a thousand-pound bull.
I flash back to the moment I flew off Prince’s back as he reared up. I don’t know how I missed hitting the wall. The wall easily could have killed me.
