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“You think so?”
“I do.” Bernie nodded and watched as the boy’s face cleared and he drew in several deep breaths and let them out slowly. He nodded to himself then pulled his phone and she saw his fingers fly over the keyboard. For the next hour, that’s all he did. At one point he looked up with a grin, and said, “She’s only mad because I didn’t come to the hospital with the others, but understands that someone should be here with you and Chuck.”
Bernie sighed in relief, then sat there waiting to hear back from the doctors about Chuck’s blood tests, and to be here when he went into surgery. Before she’d left, Astrid had given her the passwords to the information on this case she’d stored on the cloud, allowing Bernie to sit there, and read on her phone as she waited for results.
CHAPTER18
Morgan lookedup from the magazine she’d been thumbing through trying to keep from screaming down the walls. It had been hours since they’d landed on the roof of this hospital, and she’d been told to wait. The only update she’d received had been that they were taking Wyatt to surgery. It wasn’t until later that she realized she’d failed to ask what for. She’d only been told it was an emergency, and she couldn’t call anyone to update them because her phone battery was dead. She heard a noise, looked up, let out a sob, and launched herself from her seating position and into the arms of her brother Alfie.
As soon as his arms wrapped around her, she buried her face in his neck and lost it. It was several minutes before she realized that all three of the A’s had wrapped themselves around her. When she felt she had a little more control of herself, she looked at him and kissed his forehead.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Where else would we be?” Alfie asked. “What can you tell us?”
“Nothing? They wouldn’t let me go in with him, and they came out to tell me they had to take him to surgery. I forgot to ask, they didn’t say what for. It’s been hours.”
“Here,” June said as she opened a pack and pulled out a cord. “I’m assuming your phone is dead?”
“Yes,” Morgan latched onto it, and quickly got it pulled into both the wall and her phone. She looked around and frowned. “Where are the J’s, Dillon, and Lucas?”
“They stayed to see how Chuck was.”
“Oh my god, I forgot about him. How is he?”
“We don’t know, we left to come here before we saw him,” Alex said as he took a seat next to her and took her hand in his. They looked up when someone in a white coat entered, and called out, “Erwin?”
“That’s me,” Morgan said as she rushed forward, but was grateful for the strength from the people around her. At the doctor’s frown, she waved her hand at them. “My brothers and their wives.”
“Ah, okay. Mr. Erwin’s surgery was a success. He’s on his way to ICU and we’re hopeful he’ll wake in the next twenty-four hours. If he doesn’t then we’ll start to worry.”
Morgan stared at the doctor in shocked horror, and was grateful when her brothers caught her. “What’s wrong with him? No one told me why they were taking him to surgery in the first place.”
“Oh, I’m a neurosurgeon, I operate on the brain. Your husband had a massive blood clot that had to be removed. I got it all, and there shouldn’t be any damage.”
“What about his arm and shoulder?” Alan asked.
“Broken collarbone, and cracked rotator cuff, it’s going to be a long, slow recovery. If you don’t mind my asking, what does he do for a living?”
“He’s a rancher,” Morgan answered. “He’s either on a horse, or in the cab of a tractor all day.”
“I’d suggest hiring someone to help out for the next few months, it’s going to take at least six before he’ll get the clearance to go back to work in any type of physical capacity. That is…” he paused then looked at them with a sad expression.
“That is what, doctor?” Joyce demanded.
“That is if he wakes up from his brain surgery.”
“What the fuck did you say?” an angry voice barked out from behind them. They all turned and saw Dillon standing there, along with the J’s and their women. “Did you say my brother might not wake up?” he demanded as he strode forward, then looked around wildly. He saw Morgan, stopped dead in his tracks, then pulled her toward him to wrap in a gigantic hug. “We’ll get through this, Morg.”
“I know,” Morgan sighed. She realized then that Dillon was more upset about Wyatt’s injuries than she was.
“Talk to me, Doc, then I have some things to say to you. You’re not going to like it, but it’s what’s going to be happening until my brother is released from here. I thought I’d give you the heads up first, before everything starts happening.” He looked at Morgan’s confused expression, and said, “I’ll explain.”
“Okay.” There wasn’t anything else she could do. They all turned back to the doctor as he explained about the surgeries to remove the blood clot from Wyatt’s brain, and the repair to his shoulder and collarbone. When he was done, Dillon nodded once, stepped away from Morgan, and looked between her, the A’s, the ladies with them, and the doctor.
“The A’s and women had already left by the time we got to Chuck’s room. I think I saw the elevator door closing behind them when we went to the room. The door opened and three men came out.”
“What the hell?” Morgan asked.
