“We’re right here,” Mick called out. “She’s unconscious. She needs help quickly.”
The paramedics were careful as they checked her vitals. They slipped an oxygen mask on her before gently laying her on the stretcher.
“Is she going to be all right?” Mick asked.
“We need to get her to a hospital, quickly,” the first medic told him.
Mick didn’t like the tone in the man’s voice. No! This couldn’t happen. Not to her.
Numbly, he followed them up the slope, praying the whole time.
FOURTEEN
Mick sat on the chairsin the hospital lobby, holding his throbbing head as he waited for someone to tell him what was happening with Nicole. Because he wasn’t family, they wouldn’t tell him anything.
They’d bandaged his arms from the cuts he’d sustained when crawling across the broken glass, but thankfully, he didn’t need any stitches.
It had been an hour and forty-five minutes since they arrived at the hospital. Too long, in his opinion. Why hadn’t anyone come out to let him know about her progress?
Panicked voices from down the hall grew closer. He looked toward the corridor just as a man and woman rushed around the corner. Immediately, he recognized the cowboy who had stomped on Nicole’s foot that night in the lounge. Mick was betting the woman was Mary.
When the woman with black, spiky hair looked at him, her eyes widened and her face paled. No doubt about it now. This was Mary.
He stood and raked his fingers through his hair. “Mary?”
She rushed to him and grasped his arm. “What happened? How is she?”
“I wish I knew. Nobody will tell me anything.”
She swung her gaze around the room until it came to rest on a nurse. Mary broke away from him and rushed to the nurse. The look of sympathy on the older woman’s expression as she talked with Mary, squeezed his heart. Moments later, Mary covered her face and sobbed. The cowboy next to her slipped an arm around her shoulders, comforting.
Mick’s stomach churned. No! Nicole can’t be dead. He wouldn’t accept that answer.
He marched toward them as his eyes burned with unshed tears, determined to get some answers. He stopped in front of the nurse and opened his mouth, but Mary turned toward him and touched his arm.
“What are we going to do?” Her voice was tight as she shook her head.
