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“She’s getting some scans done right now. I let her doctor know you’re here and he’ll come down to talk to you when he can.”

“The other woman, is she in life threatening condition?” I clarified, thinking of how Quinn would feel if I didn’t ask after her friend.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Knight. I can’t disclose that information.”

“Oli is working on it,” Asher muttered quietly beside me.

“You can wait down the hall to the left, it’s quieter there. I’ll let the doctor know where you are.”

I nodded my thanks as Noah, Asher, and I went where she instructed. I sat heavily in a chair, rested my elbows on my knees and hung my head in my hands trying to even out my breathing.

“She’s fine,” Asher said. “This isn’t like your mum.”

I didn’t bother with a response. This was exactly why I’d decided that breaking things off was for the best. I could not lose her, at least if we weren’t together, I might be able to survive it.

This could be my choice, she wasn’t being ripped away by my father or a disease or an accident.

“Hey.” Oli came into the room, followed by Will and Jaxson. After hugs and pats on the back were passed around, we all settled back in.

“Richard Pearson is coming down,” Oli said. “He owns majority shares in the hospital.”

“Do we know what happened?” Will asked.

“Head on collision,” I replied roughly.

“I’ve got a friend high up in the force, he’s coming with the detectives who will question her,” Jaxson said. This was part of the reason we were so successful, we knew everyone important between the six of us.

I stood up and started pacing back and forth, watching the minutes tick by on the clock. Everyone else talked quietly as I continued moving around; I wasn’t listening to a word they were saying.

It had only been twelve minutes since we walked in here, but I was crawling out of my skin.

I hated hospitals, I spent my last days with my mum in one and hadn’t set foot in one since.

“Mr. Knight?” a man in a white coat asked as he strode into the room, another man in a suit came in behind him.

“Thanks for coming, Pearson,” Oli said with a nod. Considering the late hour, I’m sure they rushed in here and we were getting an update a lot faster than most.

“This is Doctor Lane, he’s head of our emergency department and has taken over the care of Miss West,” Pearson introduced the man. I hated the formality of it all because none of it mattered.

“Is she okay?” I asked without shaking the hand he held out.

“She has a severe concussion which is why she’s currently getting an MRI to make sure there’s no bleeding in her brain. Her wrist is broken, likely from bracing herself against the seat. She also has a broken rib that came close to puncturing a lung, but we confirmed it didn’t. It’s wrapped and in place now.” Hearing her injuries like this was making me nauseous, I could feel her pain. I felt like I needed to punch someone and maybe throw up. “She had a large laceration on her head that required a number of stiches, and she has bruises and other smaller cuts. All things considered, your fiancée is very lucky, Mr. Knight. The fact that she was in the back meant that she had less injuries than those in the front of the vehicle.”

“So she’s okay?” I needed to hear the words.

“She’ll be in some pain, and the broken rib can be slow to heal but I do expect her to make a full recovery.”

“Is she being admitted?” I asked, some of the tightness in my chest had lightened, making it easier to breathe.

“Yes, we would like to keep her here for observation over—”

“I want her in a private room.”

“Not a problem,” Mr. Pearson spoke up. “Oliver already requested one. We have one all set up for her. She’ll be brought there after her scans.”

“She’s heavily sedated at the moment but once she’s settled in the room we’ll lighten the sedation. She should be awake in a few hours,” Dr. Lane added.

“Thank you,” I said and finally held up my hand. He shook it and smiled.