“That would be helpful. You can tell him that Mia asked for him and that he might want to come down here.”
The cop shrugged, “No skin off my back. I’ll be back.”
I watched him walk away before my thumb hovered over the call button. I had a lot of questions roam through my mind. Butonly one sad thought came to mind, how would Shooter take this?
With all the guts and strength I had, I pressed the call button, bringing the phone to my ear, waiting for him to pick up.
After four rings, I was going to call it quits until the other end of the line clicked in. He sounded out of breath.
“If you’re calling to tell me your ass is coming to the gym, because I swear to everything holy…” Shooter started to say.
I covered my mouth from a cry escaping me. I swallowed it down.
“Dillon. Bud… This better not be a butt dial,” he called out, trying to joke.
“Sugar,” I softly said.
“Amelia?” his voice started to stutter, trying to find his next words. “Why do you have Dillon’s phone?”
I looked up to the ceiling, trying to take a deep breath. “Um…” I had to do this professionally as possible; I didn’t need the cops without Greene to know what the connection was. “Sir, this is Mia Flynn with the Baptist hospital. You were listed as the next of kin or emergency contact regarding a patient of ours. We are requesting that...” I trailed off to the usual statement, hating every minute of it.
He was silent for a moment. “Shooter? You still there?”
“I’m on my way.”
“Shooter.”
“Amelia, I said I will be there.” He clicked off before any other sentiment.
Ice chilled in my veins. I didn’t know what it meant, who this patient, this innocent boy was to Shooter. He must have meant something more if he listed him as the emergency contact.
Things were slowing down enough that Dillon was being wheeled into surgery. The team looked exhausted but with somehope in their faces. Jennie cleaned up, before coming to me at the hub.
She shook her head. “It’s been a long time since we had one that was so difficult. You okay?”
I shook my head as well. “What I tell you.”
“Stays between us, yeah.” She reached for my hand.
I swallowed before talking. “Shooter was the emergency contact.”
She tilted her head. “You mean…”
“Yeah. I don’t think it’s one of the brothers or something, but, umm, he’s on the way up and I’m waiting for Greene to arrive.”
“Well, you won’t have to wait much longer.” The booming voice of someone else familiar. Greene walked in after acknowledging the cops standing by. “I’ll admit, Mia, when they said you looking for me, I started to worry.”
I shook my head. “No. Um… we’re a little bit more connected and I needed someone in my corner for what’s about to happen next.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Connected how?”
“Where is he?” a thunderous voice echoed through the halls as Shooter came barreling through.
Greene jolted back from shock then looked at me then looked back at Shooter. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and the whole holy family. What did you get mixed up into now?” It almost sounded like there was a whine in his voice.
“Sir, you can’t be back here.” One of the receptionists tried to stop him.
I raised my hand, stopping her. “It’s okay. He’s with the level one trauma that came in. I’ll take care of him.” I rushed to him, trying to prevent him from making a stupid decision.
