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“Thank you.”
“We’re not too far from the hospital,” Brynna reassures me and reaches back to take my hand. I cling to her like my life depends on it. “Hold on, sweet girl. We’re going to get you to them.”
I can see the worry on her own face.Herbaby is in the hospital, too, and I know she has to be sick with fear.
“I told them not to go,” I say and wipe my hand over my face. “I had a feeling, a gut feeling, that something bad was going to happen.”
“Beating yourself up is a waste of time,” Caleb says shortly. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road as he maneuvers us through downtown to the hospital. Before I know it, we’re underground in the parking garage, and I can breathe a sigh of relief.
But when we run into the ER, I’m stunned to find that it’s packed.
“I’m going to the desk,” I announce and rush through the people and to the front desk, where several people are intaking patients. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but my son was just brought in on an ambulance. He’s a minor.”
“Name?” one of them asks.
“Caleb Ambrose.”
She picks up the phone and speaks to someone, then looks up at me. “They’re bringing him out to you.”
I almost collapse with that news. If they’re able to bring him out, he’s not hurt.
“And what about Drew Montgomery?” I demand. “He’s with my son.”
“Are you family?” she asks.
“Well, I—”
“Yes,” Caleb says from behind me. “She’s his fiancée.”
She speaks into the phone again, asking about Drew, then looks at me again. “He can’t have visitors quite yet.”
“Shit,” I mutter, and pace until my son comes walking out of a door, holding the hand of a nurse. “Baby!”
“Mom!”
He runs to me, wraps his arms around me, and buries his face in my stomach, crying. I look up to the nurse. “Is he hurt at all?”
“Not even a bruise,” she says. “But he’s very brave. I’ll be back in a few when Drew can see you.”
“Please hurry.”
“It shouldn’t be long.”
“Oh, baby, what happened?” I ask as I lead him over to where Caleb and Brynna are waiting.
“We got the pizza,” he says. “And we were going to pull out of the parking lot, but then I distracted Drew because I said that they forgot the breadsticks, and he couldn’t stop, and the other cars couldn’t stop, and it was like pinball. His side got hit, and he’sreallyhurt. His head was bleeding, and they said his shoulder is disassociated.”
“Dislocated?” I ask him.
“Yeah, that.”
“Please don’t let him have a concussion,” I say, closing my eyes. When I open them, I look right into the very worried gaze of Brynna.
“And then,” Caleb continues, “the firemen came, and Drew told them to get me first. He said, ‘Get my son first.’ He called me his son, and it made my stomach jittery, but in a good way, and then I called him dad, and is he going to be okay?”
“Yes, baby.” I brush his hair off his forehead and hug him close. “He’s going to be okay.”
Brynna’s crying now, and her husband looks miserable, but the nurse returns and flags me down.
