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And just like that, I know the news is bad.
Grayson
“If you don’t start talking, I’m going to cut your balls from your body right fucking now.”
Cara’s words aren’t shocking to me, but they sure as shit shock the surgeon who visibly flinches backward.
His fearful eyes dart to me for help, and I shake my head.
“You heard her. Start talking.”
“Uh, okay.” He stumbles over his words a little. “Mr. King sustained extensive internal damage due to the bullet fragments. We’ve had to remove one of his kidneys, and his spleen. We repaired his liver and the damage to his large intestine, but uh…” He clears his throat, his feet shuffling on the spot as he takes stock of all the brutes glaring back at him. “Unfortunately, the bullet fragments that nicked his spine have left him in a state of paralysis.”
My. Whole. Fucking. World. Stops.
Did he just say what I thought he said?
I must be imagining it. Surely, he didn’t just tell us that our King is paralyzed.
“W-what?” Cara stutters through her tears. “Did y-you say that my husband is… p-paralyzed?”
The surgeon nods slowly. “We won’t know for a while how permanent it is. It could have been worse, and we managed to remove all the fragments, so that’s positive,but you need to prepare for the possibility that Mr. King may not regain use of his legs.”
A choked sob escapes Cara before she crashes to her knees, clutching her chest as she screams.
“NO!”
I fall to my knees beside her, dragging her to me as I contemplate putting a bullet between the surgeon’s eyes.
“When can she see her husband?” Munroe asks, and the surgeon looks grave.
“He’s not out of the woods yet. There were some other complications.”
“What sort of fucking complications?” I growl as Cara tries to listen past her sobs.
“He lost a lot of blood. His heart was in great distress and failed twice during surgery. He is at high risk for a heart attack over the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours from the anesthetic and stress his body endured, so we’ve placed Mr. King in a medically induced coma to let his organs heal without further distress during the most critical stage.”
“C-coma?” Cara stutters, and the man who helped at the truck speaks up.
“Medically induced. It’s just to help him heal. We expect if he has no further complications that he will come out of it okay.”
“But he won’t be able to walk?” she asks and the man who helped shrugs.
“We won’t know that for a while. His body needs time to heal.”
I don’t fucking like what they’re saying, but it’s better than him being dead, so for now, this is something positive.
“Is that everything?” I snap, and they both nod. “So, when can she see her husband?”
“As soon as he’s moved out of recovery and into a room. The nurse will get you as soon as that happens, Mrs. King.”
Something crashes out in the hall and raised voices float down the hallway as the surgeon steps out of the room to take a look atwhat’s happening.
“Can I help you?” he asks, his body stiffening as if he’s preparing for an attack.
“We are here for our Kings.”
Even though the surgeon stiffens even more at the words, we all breathe a sigh of relief at hearing Cain’s overdramatic voice before he appears in the doorway.
