Sam found it hard to get the rest her body needed when people kept coming and going. Two different nurses had already been in to check on her, and it hadn’t been all that long ago that Liam and the girls had left.
Pain thrummed through her head. She picked up her phone and checked the time. An hour and a half, to be exact. Glover had been nice enough to plug in Sam’s phone and set it on the rolling table while it charged. Then she’d excused herself to stand guard outside.
The hospital room was quiet, other than the annoying beeping coming from the machine to her right. She’d tried to sleep but hadn’t had any luck yet, so she turned on the television. Nothing tickled her fancy, so she shut it off.
She’d thought about trying to read an ebook, but focusing on the small screen made her head hurt worse. Sam was half tempted to call Liam just so she could hear his voice.
There were so many conflicting emotions running through her body. Fear about what could happen next. Anger over being attacked. Giddiness that Liam’s face had been the first one she’d seen, besides the nurse. How did that even make the top of thelist? That should be the farthest thing from her mind. But here she was, wanting to hear his voice.
She should call Cass. Surely she’d be able to talk her through this. But it was late, and she had the boys to take care of.
Maybe Glover would want to come in and chat for a while. She seemed like a nice enough woman. Maybe she would do that. Pick the marshal’s brain about everything that’d been happening. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust Liam. She did. With her life and Isabella’s life. But maybe Glover knew something Liam didn’t.
Sam moved to stand up and got tangled in the wires. If she was going to get up, she might as well make a pit stop in the restroom. She pressed the nurse call button and waited for someone to answer.
“Can I help you?” A tinny voice sounded from the speaker on the bed rail.
“Yes. I need to use the restroom, but I’m kinda tied to the bed.”
“I’ll have someone come help you.”
“Thank you.”
A few minutes passed before there was a knock on the door and a petite woman in scrubs walked in, followed by Glover.
“Good evening. My name is Sara. I’m the CNA for tonight, and I’m here to help you to the bathroom.” The woman walked around to the right side of the bed and started to remove the blood pressure cuff and pulse oximeter.
“Thank you.”
“Everything still okay?” Glover asked.
“Yes, but if you have a minute, I’d like to talk to you when I’m done.”
“Sure thing. I’ll wait out here.”
Sara lowered the bedrails. “Carefully turn your body and let your feet hang off the side, but don’t stand yet.”
Sam’s muscles protested as she sat up, her head wobbly. A nurse named Nathan entered, performed a quick neuro check, and nodded for Sara to help her to the bathroom—an odd reversal for Sam, who was used to being the one helping others.
She shuffled to the bathroom with her entourage. Sara pushed the IV pole into the bathroom. “I’ll let you take it from here, but holler if you need help.” Then she shut the door.
Sam did her business, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands. She opened the door and found Sara standing right there, ready to jump in if she needed.
“While you’re here, can I put on some pants?”
“Of course.” Sara helped her put on the pants and then left the room. Glover entered before the door could shut all the way.
“Feeling better?”
“Not quite as groggy, but definitely still sore.” Sam adjusted the blanket over her legs and torso.
Glover stood against the door, propping it open. She split her attention between Sam and the hallway. “You wanted to talk to me?”
“Yeah. I wanted to ask you about my case. I know Liam is handling it, but I thought you might have an opinion or know something maybe I don’t yet.” She shrugged.
Glover’s face softened. “We have had reasons to talk about your case, yes. As a matter of fact, we learned something this afternoon that Liam was going to talk to you about, but he had the call about the accident.” Glover was quiet for a moment, like she was weighing what to say. “You’re familiar with the arsons going on around Renegade?”
Sam nodded.
