Chapter 58
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
MY TURN TO WORRY
When I finally get there, the only spot I can find is in a far corner of the parking lot.
Running towards the ER entrance, I feel a hitch in my leg.
When I look down, I see blood seeping through my leggings.
I’ll deal with it later. I want to, no, I need to see Sam.
I run right past the chick at the front desk.
She jumps up and tries to stop me but I’m not stopping.
At the nurses’ station, I gulp for air and ask, “Sam Stone. Where is he? I’m-I’m his fiancée. ”
“Thanks.” I run out the door. A security guard is talking to the receptionist. As I pass, they turn to look at me.
I wave and jog toward the elevators. I press the down button; luckily, the door opens immediately.
The security guard is walking toward me, but again, I’m not stopping to chat.
I push the B Level button and wave at him as the doors close.
“I guess if I’m going to get arrested, you’ll have to find me first.”
As I sit down in the surgical waiting area, I realize that my body aches—everywhere.
The blood is still seeping out of my leg wound, but my arm is fine, and when I lift my shirt to check out my side, it’s okay, too.
I reach into my purse and pull out my phone and Sam’s.
I search his phone for Gill’s number. He answers, and I tell him what happened and where we are.
“On my way,” he says quickly.
“I’m on level B-2, the surgical waiting area.”
“Got it.”
Next, I call Lauren. She picks up on the first ring.
“Hey.” She sounds so depressed. My poor friend.
I feel like I shouldn’t burden her with all this right now, but I’ve gotta tell her.
We don’t keep secrets like this. Besides, I need her right now.
I tell her first that I’m fine, but that the serial killer tried to kill me when I went to the apartment for my jewelry-making supplies.
Quickly, I relate the story about Sam confronting the killer, killing him but getting knifed in the process. “Sam is in surgery. There was so much blood. I’m so scared, Lauren.”
She doesn’t mince words. “On my way,” she says quickly.
“I’m on level B-2, the surgical waiting area.”
“Got it.”
Hanging up, I have to laugh. Gill and Lauren both said almost the exact same words on the phone just now. Weird.
I sober immediately, worrying about Sam.
I can hardly sit still from worrying. Waiting for word is killing me.
I don’t want to think about the possibility that I might lose him.
I just found him. He’s annoying. He’s bossy.
He’s heavy-handed. But I love him. Hurry up, Lauren and Gill.
I need some support so I don’t panic. I know from sad, personal experience that life is short and there are no guarantees.
If I sit here alone too much longer, I’ll go crazy with worry.