Nina hated hospitals. When she was twelve her tonsils were so swollen she had to get them removed. She remembered staying up the night before her operation, dreading the part when she would have to be put under. Her older brother D.J. reassured her it was not a big deal; she would be allowed to eat all the ice cream she wanted. She smiled, remembering how he wrote down all her favorite ice cream flavors (vanilla, strawberry, and raspberry) and promised her that they'd be waiting upon her return.
Like D.J. said, the operation wasn't bad at all. Her throat was only a little sore afterwards and true to his word, her big brother had three small tubs of her favorite flavors waiting for her when she came home from the hospital the next day.
But this wasn't the same.
Sean.
God, just thinking about it.
When she heard the gunshot, she immediately knew something bad had happened, and when she screamed his name and there was no answer, it felt as if her heart crashed to the floor.
Nina threw on clothes, not even caring if they matched. Looking down, she would have chuckled at her appearance if she didn't feel like bawling. She willed herself not to cry again.
She had raced down the three flights of steps to the lobby. When she got outside, the ambulance was already there. Wes shot her a sorrowful look and Nina began to sob uncontrollably. He held her for the briefest of moments while the EMTs loaded the gurney into the back. She climbed into the back with them.
They didn't speak to her much, more concentrating on their work. Nina couldn't bear to look at them. Everything just seemed to hurt.
The drive to the hospital wasn't long. She jumped out and allowed the EMTs to do their jobs.
That was over an hour ago. Now she was sitting on the edge of her seat, alone in the last place she'd ever thought she'd be.
Her mind was racing, her heart was praying. God, please let him live. Don't take him away from me. The tears she tried to force back down flowed freely. She swiped at her eyes with her sleeve. The scent on the sweatshirt caught her off guard. It was one of Sean's old college hoodies that he'd left over at her house. She remembered joking around with him about the thing. It was heather grey and incredibly soft and smelled of the clean Calvin Klein scent he always wore. She told him to leave it because she was probably going to steal it eventually.
Thinking of that memory, she buried her face into the sleeve and wept for her lover.
"Oh god, Nina honey I am so sorry!" Nina cried harder as she felt a pair of strong muscular arms lift her from the chair and wrap around her shoulders.
She looked up, teary eyed into the face of Connor Gavin. She tried to speak, but the tears just kept flowing.
"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, rubbing her back. "You don't have to say anything sweetheart."
Connor looked over the top of her head at his fiancΓ©e who was pacing angrily.
"Nina, have they said anything to you?" Angie's eyes were stormy.
Nina calmed down enough to stand on her own. "No," she said tearfully. "I've been here for over an hour and no one has said anything to me. I don't know what to do, Ange. I don't know how to get in contact with Sean's mom. I didn't even know his dad was still alive. I just feel so useless."
Connor put his arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, Neens. We'll take care of all that."
"You're damn right we will," Angie hissed. "I want to see whoever the hell is in charge of this crackpot organization."
"Hellcat, there's no need to get so mad. Let's just see..."
"No!" Angie practically shouted. The nurses at the reception desk glared at her. "Conny this is ridiculous. They've had her sitting here for over a fucking hour and no one has even glanced in her direction! This shit is going to stop."
Angie marched over to the reception area and knocked rapidly on the counter. "Hello. Lisa is it?" she indicated the heavyset woman's nametag. "Lisa I'm wondering if I can get some smidgen of information about a patient that was just admitted. Sean Reilly."
The woman cast a bored glance Angie's way. "Ma'am I can only give information out to family members. Are you a family member?"
Angie sucked her teeth. "You saw when they rushed him past. Do I look like a fucking family member to you?"
Lisa huffed loudly. "Miss, there is no need to use such language. If you can't conduct yourself like a reasonable adult, then I'll be forced to get security involved."
Angie balled her hands into fists. "Call security then. I guarantee I won't go quietly."
"Lisa," Connor said, stepping in between them. "You'll have to excuse my wife. She can get a little hotheaded."
Lisa smiled when she saw Connor's handsome face. "Not a problem Mr..."
"Gavin. Connor Gavin." He flashed a smile.
Sitting up straighter, she flipped her brown hair over her shoulder. "What can I do for you, Connor?"
"Well, a good friend of mine Detective Sean Reilly was rushed into the emergency over an hour ago for a gunshot wound. My wife is his partner and close friend. That lovely lady over there is his girlfriend. We were just wondering if you could tell us any information, anything at all."
Lisa smiled. "I would love to. But like I told your wife, we can't release info of this nature without first informing the family."
"I understand darlin', I do. What if I told you that Sean's mother is en route to the hospital as we chat?"
"Really?"
"Now would I lie to a beautiful and intelligent woman like you?" He flashed another sexy grin.
The woman actually giggled. "Well, I'm not supposed to. But, since you asked so nicely I suppose I can call the doctor out."
"Fantastic," Connor said. He reached out to finger her necklace. "Wow, that's really pretty. Where did you get it?"
"Well." Lisa was taken aback. "I bought it..."
Angie was too amused to be disgusted. She walked back over to Nina, who was sitting down once more. She was calmer this time, her shoulders rocking gently as she held the hoodie sleeve to her nose.
"The receptionist is calling the doctor out."