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“Is Kyle your son?”
I shake my head.
“Kyle is her Dane,” a soft feminine voice pipes in from the far side of the room.
“Is that Kyle’s blood on you?”
I shrug. “Probably. Though some is probably his.”
“Whose?”
“The guy who broke in. He had a knife. Before he stabbed me—” I pull in a deep breath. “He nicked himself.”
“Multiple lacerations on her arms and hands,” a medic says above my head. “Stab wound will require stitches. May require surgery depending.”
“Ma’am, what did the intruder look like?” an officer asks.
“I never saw him.”
“You weren’t at home when he entered?”
“I came home to find him hurting Kyle.”
“What can you tell us about him?”
“Average height. Average build. Medium brown hair. Pretty obvious cut to the shell of his right ear. And, I hope, scratches across his face from me fighting him.” I pause, shifting my gaze through the sea of unknown male faces to find Ellen’s. “Can you get an update on my boy for me? I know it’s silly, but I need to know.”
She nods kindly. “I’ll be right back.” She slips out of the room toward my perfect boy.
“Miss Morgan,” one of the medics starts. “We’ll need to transport you. The wound on your leg requires more than stitches. You need to be seen.”
I look him square in the face and remember who I am. “May I have my phone, please?”
He looks around the room. “I don’t know where it is.”
I pat my pockets and find neither my phone nor my keys.
“Please call Dr. Silverberg.” I rattle off the number to team headquarters. “Tell him who you are and that I need help.
“Is he your…?” He leaves the word hanging.
“He’s my boss.” How alone am I that, in my worst moments, it’s my boss that I trust. The man offered me an escape, made me breakfast, and believes in me. I don’t need a surrogate dad, but if I did, Dr. Silverberg would be a great one.
An officer walks from the room, and I hear the surprise in his voice when he gets the main number to medical at the team’s facilities. He pops his head back in, gives me a once-over, and walks back out.
Ellen walks in the back door at that point. “Livy, Kyle is stable. He’s in surgery and getting fluids and a blood transfusion. Things are positive for now. It’s still early, but he’s stable.”
I sob. My shoulders shake as I sit on the cold floor inside the exam room. The relief at this moment is more than I expect. It’s not great news, but not bad news either.
The cop pops his head back in the door. “Silverberg is on his way. He says he can treat you and will recommend a surgeon if need be.”
For the first time since greeting the waves this morning, I exhale.
“Ma’am, can you think of anyone who wants to hurt you?”
* * *
Me:Long story short, I’m at the hospital. I’m okay-ish.
