Scarlett had been racing with them, had been at Grant’s side every moment since the attack, but a nurse turned back and caught her shoulders. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you can’t go in there.” “He needs me!” I need him. “He needs medical care.” Sympathy laced the woman’s voice. “The doctors are going to take care of him. Just stay here, and I’ll update you as soon as I can.” She pulled away. “Please—” Scarlett’s voice broke. The nurse looked at her. “Take care of him? Make him...make him all right again.” The woman’s face softened. “We’ll do everything that we can.” And then she was gone. Scarlett stood in the middle of the ER waiting room, her shoulders hunched as she tried to keep the tears from falling. She’d never seen Grant like that.
