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That answer was unsatisfactory. I needed to lay eyes on her. How harmed was she? And how had she hit her head? Once I found out, Kane Zegas and Patrick Whitley may have another case on their hands.
“I won’t disturb her. Just . . . give me a second with her.”
The doctor sighed. “You can peek in her room, but nothing more as long as it’s okay with the officer.” He gestured to the swinging doors of the ER.
I moved before he could change his mind. The officer was right behind me. I hadn't given him a choice either.
Once I crossed to the other side, there was a quiet unlike the waiting area, which wasn’t loud. I’d expected more chaos.
The doctor stopped outside of a slightly closed door. “Just a peek.”
Slowly, I pushed the door open.
Lexie lay in the center of a hospital bed, illuminated by a dim light. Tubes and wires were hooked up to her from every angle it seemed. Her eyes were closed, her face devoid of its usual color, and she appeared at peace. There were no visible signs of injury. That brought only a small sense of relief.
Why had this happened to my beautiful girl?
I’d trade places with her in a heartbeat. She was vibrant and full of life. She made the world a place worth existing in. It was too dim without her smile and sharp tongue.
Keep fighting, Lexie. I’m waiting for you.
“Your peek is over,” the physician said quietly.
With reluctance, I closed the door. “Has she been awake?”
“Not yet.”
“And that’s not a concern?” My brows rose.
“Not at this point.”
Why the hell not?It had been over an hour. Just how hard had she hit her head?
“I want an update as soon as she wakes.” I’d spotted a chair in her room. If this hospital didn’t do as I wished, I’d take root there beside her.
“Of course.”
The officer remained stationed outside Lexie’s door while the doctor walked me back to the swinging doors. Waiting in the lobby was Daniel, Zegas, and my father.
Father spoke to Zegas, while Daniel pretended to be interested in his phone.
“She awake?” he asked as I collapsed into the chair next to him.
“No.”
“Want me to call Teague?”
I sighed. “I should. Beau will want to be here.”
I stood, too anxious to sit anyway, and wandered to a far corner of the waiting room.
“Did you get her out yet?”
Had Beau picked up the no-greeting way of speaking from me? Or had I learned it from her?
“Are you on speaker?”
A noise rustled from the other end. “No. Should I be?”
