Chapter 30

“How is he?” Brian said.

“In surgery is all we know,” Brody said.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

A young man in scrubs walked into the waiting area. “Murphy family?”

“That’s us,” Brody said. “What can you tell us?”

“Your shirt tells me that you’re an EMT, right?”

“Yes, and I’m also an RN,” Brody said.

“Then you’ll understand what I’m about to say. Mr. Murphy sustained massive internal injuries. They’re going to remove his spleen, and repair the rest of the damage as best they can, but frankly, the prognosis is not good.”

“When can we see him?” Brody said.

“It’s going to be a while. A couple of hours, at least. Why don’t you folks go have a cup of coffee or something? It’ll help pass the time, and sitting here, worrying isn’t going to help anyone.”

“Do you have my cell phone number?” Brody said.

“If it’s in the hospital records as the person to contact, we have it.”

“It is.”

“Then go have a snack or something. We’ll call if there’s any change.”