“Yes. She is. And someone has put some nice makeup on her.” It hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“That-a would be Darla. She do-a night shift. She wouldn’t go home early this morning until-a she finished. You like?”
“It looks lovely. That was very nice of her.”
“Darla good girl.” Maria frowned as she read the blood pressure monitor.
Jenny and Rob both straightened. “What is it?” They said it in unison.
“Her-a blood pressure still very low. We need-a to keep a close eye on it.”
“What does that mean?” asked Jenny.
“It means no change. Her body very sick.”
“Will she get better?” It was a question Jenny asked with a look of fear.
“We wait. And-a we pray.”
Robert turned back around to stare outside, blocking out any more dialogue. It was a totally helpless situation and he hated it. He hated not being able to do anything. His fists clenched at his side and his jaw tensed in response. He needed to do something. Anything. He needed to vent his anger out on someone. He needed to call Gary and find out if he had any more leads on the whereabouts of Carlos. That motherfucker seemed to have just vanished off the face of the earth.
Pulling his cell out, he walked over to Jenny. “I’m just going outside to call Gary. I won’t be far away. Have a nurse page me if there’s any change.” He leaned down to kiss Jenny on the lips and then walked out to make the call, leaving his wife in the company of nurse Maria, who was about to change the bandage on Kate’s head.
Chapter Eighteen
Jake teleported back into the hospital room just as Maria was unraveling the bandage on Kate’s head. He’d sat outside the prison on the high cliffs in order to give Robert some time with his daughter.
He eyed Mrs. Fitzpatrick sitting watching, a mixture of horror and self-determination written on her face. It was great to see her again, even in times of duress. It was one more familiar face that he associated with home in an otherwise sea of strangers.
Jake floated over beside her, knowing she couldn’t see him but wanting to be there for her anyway. He loved Jenny. She was an amazing woman that had more strength than most people gave her credit for. Where she found that endless well of fortitude from, Jake didn’t know. He only knew that he was grateful for it as Kate had inherited that same force of will that could only be advantageous given the current situation. He desperately clung on to that with everything he had.
Jake eyed an odd looking pig beside Kate and the photo beside the bed that hadn’t been there earlier and deduced that Jenny had brought them with her. Moving to the photo, he gazed at the girl smiling back who was the love of his life. Not much had changed in her features, apart from more smile lines and longer hair. She still had that same mischievous grin that always gave away that she was up to something. That same twinkle in her eye that shone with spontaneity—a trait about Kate he loved and shared. She glowed, even back then.
Maria carefully lifted Kate’s head to unravel the seemingly endless length of bandage that had stained red underneath from blood. Part of Kate’s hair had been shaved where a large gash had been stitched.
“Still so pretty. My Kate.”
Dried blood had matted some hair which could either have been from before the operation or after. Darla was going to have a field day with that one.
The nurse carefully wiped the wound with some fresh antiseptic, cleaning as much blood away as possible before placing some gauze over it and reaching for a fresh bandage.
Jake couldn’t help but glance at Jenny, whose face from side on was screwed up into a roadmap of furrows, as if she felt the sting and sizzle of antiseptic on broken skin.
Kate’s head was re-wrapped, although not as neatly as before, but enough to keep the wound clean until it healed to such a point where the bandage could be permanently removed.
It was
“That-a would be Darla. She do-a night shift. She wouldn’t go home early this morning until-a she finished. You like?”
“It looks lovely. That was very nice of her.”
“Darla good girl.” Maria frowned as she read the blood pressure monitor.
Jenny and Rob both straightened. “What is it?” They said it in unison.
“Her-a blood pressure still very low. We need-a to keep a close eye on it.”
“What does that mean?” asked Jenny.
“It means no change. Her body very sick.”
“Will she get better?” It was a question Jenny asked with a look of fear.
“We wait. And-a we pray.”
Robert turned back around to stare outside, blocking out any more dialogue. It was a totally helpless situation and he hated it. He hated not being able to do anything. His fists clenched at his side and his jaw tensed in response. He needed to do something. Anything. He needed to vent his anger out on someone. He needed to call Gary and find out if he had any more leads on the whereabouts of Carlos. That motherfucker seemed to have just vanished off the face of the earth.
Pulling his cell out, he walked over to Jenny. “I’m just going outside to call Gary. I won’t be far away. Have a nurse page me if there’s any change.” He leaned down to kiss Jenny on the lips and then walked out to make the call, leaving his wife in the company of nurse Maria, who was about to change the bandage on Kate’s head.
Chapter Eighteen
Jake teleported back into the hospital room just as Maria was unraveling the bandage on Kate’s head. He’d sat outside the prison on the high cliffs in order to give Robert some time with his daughter.
He eyed Mrs. Fitzpatrick sitting watching, a mixture of horror and self-determination written on her face. It was great to see her again, even in times of duress. It was one more familiar face that he associated with home in an otherwise sea of strangers.
Jake floated over beside her, knowing she couldn’t see him but wanting to be there for her anyway. He loved Jenny. She was an amazing woman that had more strength than most people gave her credit for. Where she found that endless well of fortitude from, Jake didn’t know. He only knew that he was grateful for it as Kate had inherited that same force of will that could only be advantageous given the current situation. He desperately clung on to that with everything he had.
Jake eyed an odd looking pig beside Kate and the photo beside the bed that hadn’t been there earlier and deduced that Jenny had brought them with her. Moving to the photo, he gazed at the girl smiling back who was the love of his life. Not much had changed in her features, apart from more smile lines and longer hair. She still had that same mischievous grin that always gave away that she was up to something. That same twinkle in her eye that shone with spontaneity—a trait about Kate he loved and shared. She glowed, even back then.
Maria carefully lifted Kate’s head to unravel the seemingly endless length of bandage that had stained red underneath from blood. Part of Kate’s hair had been shaved where a large gash had been stitched.
“Still so pretty. My Kate.”
Dried blood had matted some hair which could either have been from before the operation or after. Darla was going to have a field day with that one.
The nurse carefully wiped the wound with some fresh antiseptic, cleaning as much blood away as possible before placing some gauze over it and reaching for a fresh bandage.
Jake couldn’t help but glance at Jenny, whose face from side on was screwed up into a roadmap of furrows, as if she felt the sting and sizzle of antiseptic on broken skin.
Kate’s head was re-wrapped, although not as neatly as before, but enough to keep the wound clean until it healed to such a point where the bandage could be permanently removed.
It was
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