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“Where is he? Is he okay?”
She nodded. “Judge Blaylock released him on bail until his trial comes up. And, no, I don’t know when that’ll be, but Mrs. Black assured us his case should be straightforward, considering he was trying to protect you from being shot. In fact, since we all were at the house to save K8 and the babies, she says she believes there shouldn’t be a problem getting you cleared. She’s also going to try to present evidence of them trying to kidnap us at that restaurant, but she doesn’t know if the judge will allow it. On the bright side, if there’s a silver lining to this cloud, it’s the fact that those guys Dr. Farenthold hired to go after us were some pretty slimy dudes.”
“That’s a plus?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She squeezed his hand again, when he felt a roughness. Lifting their grasp, he noticed the white gauze bandages wrapped around her palm and fingers. “What happened here?”
“When I went inside the house after you’d broken the window and helped me inside, I landed on the broken glass. I didn’t feel it at the time. It wasn’t until EMS arrived that one of the techs noticed I was bleeding.” She laughed softly, but it wasn’t humorous. “It took a nurse nearly an hour to get all those little bitty slivers out. My hands looked like hamburger, but they’re doing better now.”
“That’s good. How long have I been here?”
“Two days. Dr. Vasek says if you keep healing as rapidly as you have been, you might be able to go home Friday.”
G8 felt himself starting to nod off again. Whether it was because of the drugs they were pumping into him, or if it was due to his relief knowing his Ingrid…
His Ingrid.
“Ingrid?” He struggled to stay awake to ask her that one important question.
She brought her face closer to his. “What, sweetheart?”
“Back there, you said…I wasn’t going to get rid…of you…that easily.”
“Yes, and I mean it.”
“What did you mean?” Damn it, but he couldn’t hold on, and he slowly drifted back to sleep before he could hear her answer.
29DEMONSTR8
The next timehe opened his eyes, he found N8 at the foot of the bed. The man was wearing a pair of tan dungarees and one of his usual goofy smiles.
“Hey, man. ‘Bout time you woke up.”
G8 grunted. “You look official in that outfit. What day is it?” A peek at the divan behind the man showed it was empty. No blanket, pillow, or Ingrid.
“It’s Thursday. They’re about to bring your supper if you’re up to it. Fortunately for you, I ordered you the chicken pot pie instead of the salisbury steak. Last time I had the steak in the hospital cafeteria, it was rubbery.” N8 chuckled. “Employees get a twenty percent discount.”
The mention of supper inferred it was late in the day. “Are you done this shift?”
“Yep. I thought I’d come check on you before Ingrid gets here. She’ll be up to see you before we leave.”
G8 smiled. The man understood what kind of medicine he most needed at this time. Using his arms to steady himself, he sat up and adjusted the pillows at his back to prop himself up. The twinge of pain in his hip reminded him why he was here. “How’s Cydney?”
N8 beamed. “Super. She can’t wait to leave here.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yep. I hear the doc’s going to give you the green light, too.”
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen the doctor since I’ve been here.”
“You will. I spoke with Dr. Vasek this morning when he was finishing his rounds. He said he’ll be here tomorrow morning to give you your release papers. Dude! You’re both going home tomorrow! Oh, and one more thing. F8’s sling was removed. Doc says she’s as good as new.” He tilted his head. “How doyoufeel?”
“My butt’s sore and I have twinges in my back. Otherwise, I feel damn good. And since you mentioned supper, I’m hungry.”
He watched as N8 moved up to stand near the head of the bed. “I, uhh, I wanted to bring something to your attention we felt you needed to know.”
