Chapter Three
I gotto the hospital as quickly as possible. Each minute in the car felt like an hour. I had no idea what I was going to walk into when I stepped into that overly sterile smelling building to see Ronny. Although I wasn’t a religious person, I found myself praying to the powers that be that I didn’t find him dead.
I couldn’t handle seeing him like that. My last moments with him were nasty, sad, and if that was my final memories of him alive, then they were devastating.
Once parked, I ran into the building and asked for him. The two women at the desk were the same ones from my visit with Tate. They glanced at me with gossip green eyes as they typed in Ronny’s name and searched for him.
“He’s in surgery, but you can go to the recovery floor. Someone should be able to help you there,” clerk one told me. “Twelfth floor. Good Luck.”
I had to bite down on my lip not to say something shitty back to her. How could she be so uninterested when a man was potentially upstairs on a gurney, no longer breathing? I blinked away any nasty comment I had for her and turned to head to the elevator.
I closed my eyes tightly as I rode up to his floor. When it dinged, I opened them and stepped out, taking a deep breath.Please, please let him be okay.
I was greeted a moment later by a nurse. I told her who I was here for and with a tight smile she said she’d look for his name. I followed her to the service desk. She looked him up and then gave me a sad smile. My heart skipped nervously.
“Ronald McCoy is still in surgery. He’ll be here when he’s done. Although you might not be able to see him right away.”
“What’s the surgery for? What exactly happened?”
She shook her head.
“Car accident. Are you family? I can have a doctor come talk to you if you want to go sit in the waiting room. We have coffee available.”
Although it wasn’t what I wanted to hear, I nodded. I knew her hands were tied. I’d just have to wait.
“He’s from Australia. I’m the only person he has here. Please keep me updated so I can call his family.” I turned and headed in the direction she had pointed me to. I entered the waiting room and sighed. It looked very similar to the one on the maternity floor. I guess I’d be spending another night here.
I opted for one of the long couches rather than a chair this time. It was the middle of the night and the room was empty. I put my legs up and pulled out my phone to start trying to contact people.
Based on the few people I sent messages to, they were just as clueless as I was. He must have been alone. I wondered if he’d been drinking. Did he cause the crash? Oh no. Dread ran down my spine as I realized something. Did he kill someone?
Finally, a man in a white coat appeared in the doorframe and asked for me. I stood quickly and he came over to me, tablet in hand. He gave me a tight smile, but I knew it was simply for reassurance. It wasn’t genuine, which meant that Ronny was really fucked up. What did he do?
“You’re here for Ronald McCoy? I’m Doctor Kitt, I’m going to be monitoring him when he gets down here.”
I nodded and crossed my arms.
“Is he okay? I was only told he was involved in an accident.”
“Yes. According to the EMT notes his vehicle was t-boned by an intoxicated driver.”
I blinked in surprise.
“He wasn’t drunk?”
“Oh he was, but he wasn’t driving. He was in the passenger’s side trying to sleep it off.”
“Where?
He shook his head and frowned.
“I’m not sure. The car was parked and they didn’t find any keys on him.”
Relief overtook me. He didn’t hurt anyone being reckless. Someone else did. They hurthim.
“How bad is he?” I swallowed hard.
“The other car hit him pretty hard on the passenger’s side. He’s got some broken bones and swelling in his brain. He’s in surgery now to deal with his skull.”
