“Murrow wants to know if Ellie saw his daughter, and they want to know what we do as well—is there a baby? Was she raped? Or did she cooperate?” Kip asked.
Wes’s phone buzzed. “I need to step out. I need to see two of my wounded off.”
* * *
Eleanor closed her eyes as she lay in the CT scanner. Desi Barrett was standing in the control room. “Well, Eleanor…you’re lucky. Your fat saved you. No organs hit.”
Her eyes flew open, and she tried to sit up. “You bitch. Brandon is…I don’t know, and Hazel is dead. And you choose to keep bullying me.”
Desi whispered into the microphone, “Elora, we have eyes on you.”
Eleanor was in an emotional frenzy when Pete walked into the room after hearing part of the exchange. “Desi, go to the lounge. I’ll deal with you soon.” He grabbed a lead shield and joined Ellie in the scanner area.
“Honey, give me a nice deep breath. What she said was completely inappropriate.” Pete stepped back into the control area, his shoulders tightening as he watched the scan.
He helped transfer Eleanor back to the bed. “How’s the pain? Scale of one to ten?”
“Eight. Pete, how’s Brandon?” she sniffed.
“He’s going to be airlifted out,” Pete said.
“Hazel, she fell, her neck.” Eleanor’s eyes burned with her tears.
Pete injected something into her IV. “This should help the pain. The bullet went through the skin, fat and muscle. We will be able to stitch it up.”
“The program starts tomorrow…”
Pete cut her off. “We will see. I’m going to order some antibiotics, and then Dr. Baker will come in and stitch you up.” He pulled the bed rails up.
“Okay,” she said, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.
