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But I didn’t have time to deal with that right now.
If Amber was in the hospital, then I needed to do everything I could to help her out. I wasn’t a complete asshole and if she had me listed as her emergency contact then that must have meant she trusted me more than anyone else. Besides, I knew she was pretty much alone, Carla being the only person she ever really talked about and all. I didn’t care how shitty we had ended, I’d be there.
There was a line of people waiting to get checked in. I didn’t want to be rude so I waited. My eyes scanned the lobby and waiting room. The place was pretty busy, there wasn’t a single chair free. Nurses were dashing about like crazy, most of them looking frazzled or tired.
“Sir?” I heard someone call out and my head whipped to the left. “Sir, can I help you?”
“Someone called me. Amber Smith,” I said as coolly as I could manage.
She turned her attention to her computer and started typing. Her eyes cut up to look at me then drifted down to my cut. The expression of her face said that she was ready to give me all kinds of hell.
“My name is Mouse. They said I was listed as her emergency contact.” I added.
“We’re going to need your real name,” she huffed. Clearly, she saw my road name there on her screen and wanted to make some kind of hassle. And I realized then that Amber didn’t even know my real name. She’d never asked and I hadn’t thought to tell her on my own.
Instead of fighting her and causing a scene, I whipped out my driver’s license and handed it over to the huffy nurse.
A few keystrokes later, she handed it back.
“She’s in surgery. Take a seat and a doctor will be with you as soon as she’s stable.”
“Stable?” I asked confused as hell.
“Have a seat, please, sir.”
“When they called, they said they needed some information.” I pressed, wanting to make sure I helped as much as possible.
“It looks like her roommate was able to fill out most of the information. Our systems were down and we weren’t able to link into the other offices on the network. But it looks like we’ve got everything we need now.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled and stepped to the side.
She was already moving onto the next person.
I looked up and saw Amber’s roommate again. Her posture was stiff and her eyes were on the wall opposite her. In other words, she was trying her best not to look my way.
But fuck that.
“What’s going on?” I asked after I made my way over to her.
“Like you would care.”
“I don’t need your attitude right now,” I told her, somehow managing to keep my tone calm.
“I told them not to call you,” she bit out and folded her arms over her chest.
“What is going on?” I repeated a little more slowly this time. “Why is she in surgery?”
That seemed to snap her out of her anger.
“She said she wasn’t feeling well. I told her to take a nap but it only got worse. Then she was sweating and saying her chest hurt. And with—” Her eyes moved to look into mine. They pinned me with an icy glare. “She’s made her decision. Now that you’re here, don’t try to change her mind.”
Before I could ask what the fuck she was talking about, someone called my name. I whipped around to see a woman in blue scrubs who I’d say was a good ten years older than me. Beside her was the woman that I had just talked to and she was pointing my way.
“How’s Amber?” I asked as I stepped up to her.
She silently guided me away to an area that was a little more private. Which was hard to do seeing as there were people fucking everywhere.
“Mr. Ramsey,” she started and the look on her face told me so much. “I’m sorry, but Miss Smith came in experiencing chest pain and high blood pressure.”
