“I’ll drive you to the clinic,” John said. “You can wait there until the helicopter arrives. You know they won’t let you go with him to the hospital.”
Wynn buried his face in his hands for a moment, willing away the need to scream, cry, or hit something. “Take me,” he finally said as the ambulance pulled away.
* * * *
Thanks to John, Wynn was able to see Mick after the ambulance got him to the town’s clinic, although only from across the room at first while the doctors worked to keep him stabilized until the helicopter arrived. As Mick had predicted, they wouldn’t let Wynn ride along on the flight down to the city, but they did give him a moment with Mick, even though the sheriff was unconscious.