“I’m Dr. Edwards. Would you come with me to a briefing room? You can return shortly. I think we should discuss things in private.”
The family followed him to a small room. Mrs. Provost sat with her back straight and shoulders tense as she held on tightly to her purse strap. “Martin Provost is your son, is that correct?”
“Yes.” Mr. Provost’s voice was almost a whisper.
“His car was struck head-on by an impaired driver. Martin sustained multiple serious injuries and during the surgery to stabilize him, he suffered a stroke due to a blood clot that temporarily blocked blood flow to his brain. We can’t assess the degree of damage yet, but felt you should be here.”
Megan roused herself from her shock. “When can you find out how bad things might be? What can we do to help?”