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Finally, the doors swung open and she came out with one hand gripping the elbow of the other arm.
We all stood up, except for Dray, who was waking Lucy up.
Quinn searched for me and in an instant, I was in front of her, holding her, and wiping a tear from her cheek.
“What is it, bunny? Is she all right?”
She shook her head. “She’s in a coma. They’re transferring her to the ICU.” The tears welled in her eyes again, and I pulled her close.
“It’s going to be okay, She’s going to be okay,” I assured her without fully knowing the facts. “I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”
I kissed the top of her golden hair as she held onto me, crying silently into my chest. Her slim shoulders shook, and I just held on tighter.
“Jax, will you swing by our place and get us a bag of clothes? Dray, take Lucy home. I’ll keep you guys posted. Tom—”
He looked up at me.
“Tom, go home. We’ll take care of her from here.”
He shook his head, his white hair gleaming under the harsh lights.
“I’d rather be here, Weston. I need to know she’s okay.”
“Okay, Tom. Thanks.”
I sat Quinn down on the chair next to Tom and went to the front desk.
“Excuse me, nurse. When will we be able to see Muriel Miller in the ICU?”
She tapped on the keyboard in front of her.
“Looks like she’s already been transferred,” said the nurse. “But visiting hours end in twenty minutes. She’s on the 5th floor, room 501.”
“Thank you,” I said, knocking on the desk.
“Only family are allowed to see the patient,” she added.
“She’s my mother-in-law,” I told her.
“Well then, go on up.”
Quinn and Tom stood and followed me through the double doors to the intensive care unit. Nobody stopped Tom, and I wasn’t going to do so either.
When we reached the room, Quinn grabbed my hand. I peered inside and saw Muriel attached to a myriad of machines. Her eyes were closed.
“Ready?” I asked Quinn.
She gave me a quick and unsure nod.
I opened the door, and tears began streaming down her face.
“Oh, mama,” she cried, walking up to her bedside. She stroked her mom’s hand softly. I came up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders for support.
The doctor walked in. “You must be Ms. Miller’s family,” she said calmly.
“Yes, I’m her daughter, and this is my,” Quinn paused.
“Husband.” I finished for her.
