But that would require Lydia to cancel her massage or hair appointment or whatever the hell it was she did every day.
“You need to relax, baby,” Hutch murmured as he settled her into the wheelchair.
She glanced down at her hands balled into fists in her lap. Hutch reached down and gently uncurled her fingers and laced them with his while Sawyer listened to the last of the nurse’s instructions.
Sawyer turned around as the nurse exited the room. “You ready?”
Regina nodded. She was ready to have this day over with. Ready to be done giving her statement. Ready to be at home in her own bed, where she could sleep for about twelve hours.
Sawyer wheeled her around, but Hutch kept hold of one of her hands as he walked beside the wheelchair.
“I wonder if you could pop a wheelie in one of these things,” Sawyer mused.
Regina grinned. If she didn’t ache so bad, she’d tell him to go for it.
They hustled her down the corridor, and then Sawyer pulled up short when they reached the end.
“Look left, Hutch. Make sure the coast is clear.”
Hutch ambled forward and glanced left, then right toward the emergency room.
“All clear.”
“Then let’s move,” Sawyer said as he pushed her into motion again.
He jogged behind the chair as he rolled her through the ER lobby and to the automatic doors where the ambulances unloaded.
Cam was waiting in the Tahoe.
Without waiting for her to get up, Hutch simply reached down, plucked her up and deposited her into the backseat after Sawyer opened the door. Sawyer climbed into the front, and Hutch hurried around to the other side. As Hutch slid in, Cam took off.
Hutch reached over and secured Regina’s seat belt, careful not to catch the tender part of her ribs.
Regina grinned. Their getaway reminded her of old times. Sneaking out during high school, jumping into Cam’s beat-up Camaro and hauling ass down dirt country roads.
When Cam pulled up to the police station a few minutes later, Jeremy was standing in the parking lot—if you could call a three-space piece of pavement a parking lot—waiting for them.
Cam got out and Sawyer hopped out to open the door for Regina.
Regina looked over at Hutch as he walked around to her side. “Can I borrow your jacket?”
He glanced down her body then simply reached into the back and pulled out the worn leather jacket. He slipped it over her shoulders, and she gingerly put her arms into the sleeves. She felt a ton better. Not as exposed or vulnerable as she faced walking into the station.
“Your father called, breathing fire,” Jeremy said dryly.
Cam stopped cold and glared at him. “You keep his goddamn ass away from here.”
Regina blinked in surprise. Even Sawyer drew up short and stared at Cam with a raised eyebrow.
Jeremy held up his hands. “The chief told her father not to butt into an ongoing investigation. Whether he’ll heed that is anyone’s guess.”
“Let’s get Reggie inside where she’s more comfortable,” Hutch said pointedly as he walked to where Regina stood next to Sawyer.
Regina put her hand on Hutch’s wrist. “I’ll be fine. You can wait out here if you want. There’s not a whole lot of room inside.”
He looked as though he’d protest, but Regina turned and walked gingerly toward the entrance. Jeremy fell into step beside her after a quick look back at Cam and the others.
“You sure you’re up to this?” Jeremy asked as he held the door open for her.
