Her sister Olivia was in the emergency room with her nephew Scott. They'd been at the playground when the boy fell from a swing onto the winter-hard ground and hurt his arm. He also had a nasty scrape on his scalp that bled all over everyone: Carrie, her sister Olivia, and, of course, the girls. Carrie sat by the windows with them, ineffectually trying to wipe the worst of it off Caro with a rapidly shredding wet wipe. "Carrie?" She jumped, almost dropping the cloth as she looked up to see Zeke walking Eric into the emergency room entrance not five feet from her. What the hell? A flicker of worry wormed its way up her spine. Eric looked dazed and pale. Zeke held up Eric's right forearm. There was a tightly wrapped towel around it. "Zeke! What happened?" Carrie asked. She was already stressed out trying to cope with two hysterical girls. She wasn't expecting to see the men she so fondly remembered show up in the hospital. "Eric sliced his arm on the table saw," Zeke explained, face grim.
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