He quietly thought that Jimmy not making an appearance was telling as fuck. He didn’t need to voice the words, Karen knew it already, and she wasn’t happy.
Quinn wasn’t sure how long it took for a doctor to step through the doors and ask for the MacGregor family.
“We were able to fix most of the damage the bullets did to his body, but we discovered his cancer has spread aggressively,” the doctor said, her expression kind, too kind. “I’m not going to lie to you, Mrs. MacGregor, it doesn’t look good.”
Karen’s knees gave out, and Quinn grabbed her.
“Can we see him?” he asked as Karen sobbed.
“Yes, I’ll have a nurse come get you once he’s settled in a room at the ICU. If there’s anyone you need to call, I would definitely do that now. I’m so sorry,” she said, and left the waiting room.
Quinn maneuvered Karen into one of the seats and let her cry. She’d known this could happen. Of course she’d known.