“I’m sorry.” He knew she loved that car but a Corvette wasn’t exactly built for snow country. He’d worried about her all winter. She’d put snow tires on the car but still…
“What did the doctor say about your arm?”
“I might have to have surgery. But not here. I want to go home.”
“I’m sure we can do that.” He’d have to talk to the doc to see if they’d release her to let him drive her to Marietta. If she truly didn’t have more injuries than those that were visible, they should. But it was better to be safe. He didn’t think she needed an ambulance but the doctor might feel differently.
Eventually the doctor came and agreed to discharge her, but he strongly recommended Connor take her to the Marietta hospital before letting her go home. He agreed and armed with a prescription for a painkiller and the CDs of Sierra’s X-rays and CT scan, they left.
Fortunately, Sierra slept the whole way back. He’d been afraid she wouldn’t since she was bound to be uncomfortable, but he leaned the seat back as far as it would go so she was able to sort of lie down. She must have had enough painkillers to compensate. Still, she whimpered every time she changed position. He hated seeing her in pain.
He pulled up to the emergency entrance of Marietta’s hospital and woke her up. “Hey, we’re here. I’m going to get a wheelchair.”
“What? Why?” She looked around. “Why are we at the hospital?”
“You were in a car wreck, remember?”
“Of course I remember,” she said grumpily. “I’ve already been to the hospital. I want to go home.”
“I’ll take you home after you’ve seen the orthopedist and made sure he doesn’t want to do anything else to your arm or your knee right now.” He’d feel better once Wyatt Gallagher was taking care of her.
She grumbled but agreed. Sometime later he was able to take her home with an appointment in two days with Wyatt to operate on her arm. After seeing the X-rays Wyatt thought she needed a plate and possibly pins put in. He planned to x-ray her again before the surgery.
Sierra was not going to be pleased once she realized what was happening. She wouldn’t be able to work for quite some time. He remembered how difficult she’d been when she’d had her concussion and then she was only out for a week or so. Although, if she had a plate her broken bone would heal quicker. Not quickly enough for Sierra, he knew.
But all that would have to be handled later. For now he was going to take her home, give her something to eat so the pain pills wouldn’t make her sick and put her to bed. He was not looking forward to when she woke up.
But he’d never been so happy to see anyone as he had when he’d seen her at the hospital and realized she wasn’t seriously injured. Bad enough she’d broken her arm but it could have been so much worse.
