What We've Become (My Kind Of Country Book 2) (19 page)

“Call his sister first, then let her call their parents, okay?” Liz didn’t sound demanding, and Katie assumed she had her reasons for requesting such a chain of events.

“Sure. I just need the contact details.”

Katie scribbled the phone number for Chad’s sister, Jillian, down on the back of the scrap paper the hospital staff had found in his wallet, writing her name above the digits. “Thank you, Liz. I know—”

“Call me when he is out of surgery, okay?”

“Of course. Can you do me a favour and call his manager—Barry, I think his name is? He should probably know about it before the media gets a hold of this.”

“I will. Sure.”

“Thank you.” She hesitated. “I’ve got one more question for you, Liz, and I am going out on a limb here by asking it. Just listen to what I have to say, and then you can either agree or shoot me down. It’s bad timing, but it can’t be helped.”

To her surprise, Liz listened to everything Katie said without interrupting. In the end, she was glad and relieved she had taken such a risk. “Thank you, Liz.”

“Of course, I get it. Just keep me informed.”

“You got it.”

“And Katie?”

“Yeah?”

“If there was anyone Chad would want at that hospital with him right now, it’s you. I can guarantee you of that. Take care.” The line went dead in Katie’s ear.

***

For the millionth time that day, Katie contemplated calling Jay again and asking him to come and pick Mason up, not wanting him subjected to the reality of Chad’s potentially fatal condition. However, Mason was the only one she knew within the confinements of those muted green walls and, as selfish as it was, she wanted him with her for comfort and for distraction.

“Katie?”

The doctor’s voice interrupted her and Mason’s Go Fish, a game which had been played numerous times in rapid succession since they discovered the cafeteria was quieter and less occupied in comparison to the emergency room waiting area. Katie dropped the cards between her fingers down onto the table, standing at the sight of Dr. Vale in the doorway.

“Yes?”

He trudged across the room, and Katie noticed this time that he was older than she originally believed, gray and white peppering his close cut hair and soft lines winking at the corners of his eyes, although whether it was from age or from the stressfulness of his profession, she didn’t know. He lowered himself into the plastic chair beside her.

“First of all, thank you for getting the contact information for your friend’s sister. Lucinda has spoken with her and I believe she plans to fly here on the next available flight.”

Katie hadn’t thought it was her place to call Chad’s family, especially since she had never met them and they would have no idea who she was. Besides, if Chad had listed his family members as his emergency contacts in the first place, Katie would have never been called; the hospital would have called Jillian instead. It was better that they follow their protocol from here on out. “How is he?”

“I said it before, and I mean it. Chad is a fighter, Katie. He has come through surgery and is being placed in a room in the Intensive Care Unit as we speak. We do not normally allow visitors at this time of day, but you may see him in about a half hour, if you wish to. You may want to visit him alone, though.” Dr. Vale’s eyes dropped momentarily to Mason, and Katie understood. She hoped and prayed the mental images her mind was conjuring were far worse than the reality, but she had heard the list of injuries Chad had sustained. He was undoubtedly unrecognizable, and Dr. Vale was cryptically advising her that such a young boy should not be subjected to such a sight. She nodded to confirm her understanding.

“He is going to be okay then?”

“As I said before, he has sustained numerous injuries. Life threatening ones. That said, he made it through the surgery with no immediate complications, and his vitals seem to be stable, albeit weak. The next twenty-four to forty-eight hours will tell us where he stands.”

“Thank you.” She let a sigh of relief pass her lips. “I will get Mason situated in the waiting room and the nurses can let me know when I can see him?”

“Of course.” Dr. Vale stood, tucking the files he was carrying back under his arm. Katie watched as his white coat billowed out behind him down the hallway, stepping to the side so a taller man in a Steelers jacket could pass by him. It took Katie a moment to recognize him.

“Katie. I came as soon as I got Liz’s phone call.” Barry knelt down to give her an awkward hug, pulling the chair Dr. Vale had used up closer to the table. “Have you heard anything?”

“You just missed his doctor, actually. He is out of surgery, which is sounding like a good sign. He’s not out of the woods, and has been placed in a medically induced coma, but we will know more in the next day or so, as to where he’s at.”

Barry nodded. “Have you seen him?”

“Not yet, but Dr. Vale said he was being transferred to the Intensive Care Unit and can be seen in about a half hour or so. We were just about to head back to the waiting room so the nurses would know where to find us when it’s okay to see him.”

“Let me buy a coffee and I’ll head over with you, then.”

Paper cups in hand, Katie led Mason and Barry back out to the waiting room, which had cleared out considerably. Mason occupied himself with a pile of children’s books in the corner while Barry stretched out beside Katie, his legs jutting out in front of him. Neither said much, sipping away at their coffee to the sound of the clock ticking tediously above them.

“How did you get here before anyone else?” Barry tilted his head toward her, keeping his voice low.

“The hospital called me. My phone number was in Chad’s wallet.”

A hint of a smile crossed his face. “That does not surprise me one bit.”

“That they would call me?”

“No, that Chad would figure your number is the only one he would ever need.”

Heat rose in Katie’s cheeks. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Laughter made Barry’s shoulders bounce slightly as he attempted to hold it in. “That’s just it. I don’t think you do.”

“So, enlighten me. It’s not like we have anything else to pass the time right now, anyway.”

Barry turned his face towards her. “He wrote a song for you, Katie.”

“I know, he told me a few nights ago.”

“The man is a songwriter and an artist. You don’t collide your passion and life’s work with the love of someone else, if that someone else isn’t someone you are just as passionate about.” Barry seemed thoroughly amused at the redness growing brighter on her face. “Do you know what the song is called?”

Katie shook her head, unable to formulate sentences.

Barry’s gaze held hers. “The One.”

She felt tears beginning to sting her eyes again and turned away, not wanting him to see them. She debated showing him the scrap of paper from Chad’s wallet, but kept it hidden within her purse.

“Ms. Wicken?”

Katie turned to see Anna standing just outside the emergency room doors, clipboard in hand.

“Dr. Vale says you can see Mr. Kirkwood now.”

Katie stood, wiping her eyes unceremoniously. She looked over to Barry, expecting him to follow, but he waved her away dismissively. “You go ahead,” he insisted. “Mason and I will stay here and hang out while we wait for you.” He gave her a subtle wink, and Katie disappeared behind the swinging doors, not giving Mason a chance to plead to come with her.

The nurse led Katie down the hallway in which Dr. Vale had spoken with her earlier. Even though Katie had worked in hospitals for more than a few years, the emergency department was one part of it she had always disliked. She had worked in the oncology ward, where patients had terminal diseases and were sadly facing the end of the lives more often than she wanted to admit to, but at least it was a quieter ward. The emergency room was fast paced and handled the scariest and most dire medical catastrophes every day. Cries of pain, cleaning up blood, and fearful eyes were the norm in that department.

In comparison, the Intensive Care Unit seemed almost tomb-like. Fear gripped her heart as the nurse stepped aside and let her enter the private hospital room. Katie’s hands immediately flew up to her face, covering her mouth as a fierce gasp escaped from her throat.

“Oh, Chad, no.” She stepped forward even though her instincts were telling her to back away. If Chad Kirkwood was beneath the bandages, bruises, and swelling, she could not see him. Intravenous needles protruded from both of his hands, wires snaking wildly around him. He had been intubated and hooked up to telemetry, the rhythmic beeping the only sounding coming from the room save for the oxygen ventilator.

This time, Katie didn’t hide her tears, letting them streak down her cheeks, splashing onto her shirt and the floor.

“I will give you a few minutes with him.” The nurse disappeared silently, leaving the door open behind her.

Katie wiped her eyes again, silently pulling the only chair in the room up toward the side of the bed. Her gaze trailed from his motionless hands, to his gauze-covered arms, and halted at his eyes, so purple and swollen that she was sure he couldn’t open them even if he’d been conscious enough to want to.

“Chad...can you hear me?” She didn’t know if it was a silly question, but she’d heard many stories of people in comas who claimed to have heard the words of their family members and visitors, so it was worth a shot. She felt desperate to see some sign of life from him, anything that let her know he was still in there fighting. The constant beeping of the monitors continued.

“Chad, I need you to fight through this, okay? I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I know you were coming to find me. Chad, I am
so
sorry.” Tears flooded over her eyelids again, squelching her rambling thoughts. She sniffled, swallowing hard as she brought her hand up and touched his index finger. She half expected him to flinch. No bruising covered the largest portion of his hand, however, so she cautiously slid her hand into his.

“I need you to listen to me, okay? I am going to do whatever it takes to help you get through this. Please, you just have to fight. You can’t leave me, Chad. I love you too much for that. Is that not what you told me? I love you too much for that.” She bowed her head against the side of the bed, letting her tears spill onto the sterile sheets.

“How is he?”

Katie was startled at the sound of the voice at the doorway. She snapped her head upward, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see how you were.” Jay’s tone was neutral, emotionless.

Katie carefully slid her hand out from Chad’s fingers and stood. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“The nurses let me in, it’s okay.”

“You always could talk your way in or out of anything. Get out.”

“I am just checking on you—but I did hear your little confession to him. It’s him, right? He’s the one you want?”

The One
. Katie stared up at him defiantly. “It’s always been him. It’s no secret, Jay.”

“Katie, I’m not here—”

Jay didn’t sound angry. She was actually quite relieved to hear a tinge of sadness in his words; that meant he had a heart pumping somewhere deep within him. Unfortunately, it was too late for a display of emotion.

“Jay, I am going to tell you once more to get out. And while I’m at it, I’m going to tell you that I can’t play your game—I won’t.” Her voice came out in a loud hiss. “No more. There will not be a wedding, and you will not hold my love for my son over my head out of egotistical fury, because I love this man more than I ever loved you.”

Jay arched an eyebrow, but she continued.

“If you want to take me to court for custody of Mason, that’s fine. But you had better be ready for one hell of a fight, Jay, because I am not going to hand him over to you without one.”

“Katie, we’ve already—”

“Already what? I’ve heard your little spiel about using that picture and article against me. Again, if that is something you feel you need to do, that’s fine. However, please be advised that I have had a little heart-to-heart with your ex-lover—you remember her, don’t you? Liz?—and she has agreed to back me up, and even testify regarding the details of your affairs—and I say that pluralized because she informed me there was more than just the one with her—if you decide to proceed with going to court, especially since you’re doing it purely out of spite.”

Jay stood motionless, his mouth gaping open as he processed what she’d said. “Liz—”

Katie nodded in confirmation. “Yeah. Liz. I told you, I am not going down without a fight.” She pointed to Chad’s still form on the bed beside her. “And neither is he.”

“Chad has—”

“Chad is fighting for his life!” She exclaimed. “And why is that, Jay? Because you talked to him at some point this morning, didn’t you? And you said God knows what to him! You told him where I was! You goaded him! And look what you and your selfish pride did! I have stupidly forgiven you for a lot of things, Jay. This is not going to be one of them. Now, get out.”

Jay’s eyes widened. “This is not my fault, Katie.”

“I said, get out.”

He opened his mouth to protest, his gaze flicking back and forth between her and Chad. Katie counted the monitor beeps in the silence that spanned between them.