Oliver.
Everything goes black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Abby
“It’s been really sl—”one of the interns starts to say.
Becks cuts them off quickly. “Don’t even go there, my friend. Those are inside thoughts when you are on shift. Don’t say the s or q words, or you will open the ER flood gates.”
I chuckle because I was about ready to say something. “Slow” and “quiet” are two words we don’t use in terms of how things are going at work.
I’m pretty sure emergency room staff are as superstitious as baseball players.
“Incoming,” Katie hollers from the nurse’s station as she sets the phone back on the stand.
We all snap back into work mode.
“What do we have?” Becks asks, walking over.
“Motorcycle accident. He lost consciousness at the scene but is stable.”
I freeze.
He.
Motorcycle.
The two words stick out in my mind. Fear races through me.
“Do we have a name?” Becks asks, worry lining her words.
It could be anyone passing through town on a motorcycle, but I can’t shake the feeling that it’s one of them.Kane. Wyatt. Linc.
“No, the EMTs didn’t say,” Katie says.
“Katie, keep an eye on rooms four and five. Abby, up front with me,” Becks says, grabbing a pair of gloves and walking to the sliding doors.
I follow suit behind her.
She gives me a wary look. “Can you handle this?” she asks.
She doesn’t know everything, but she knows how close I am with the three of them.
It’s hard to swallow. “Can you?”
“Whoever it is, they need us,” she says.
I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever I’m about to see. I can hear the sirens slowly getting louder as they move closer to the hospital.
The doctor on shift runs out just as the ambulance pulls into the bay. There’s a bustle of activity as the EMTs pull the gurney from the back of the truck.
Terror seizes the air in my lungs when his face comes into view. He’s so scratched up and bloody. It’s hard to tell it’s him, but I know.
His eyes slowly flutter open and immediately settle on me. Tears rush to my eyes. I have no idea how badly he’s hurt, but at least he’s conscious.
There’s a flurry of activity, questions and answers being thrown around. My brain is only half-listening to all of it, focused only on him.
