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We reached the hospital an hour later. Both Corey and I felt like we were on the edge of needing an IV too.
“Can we stop at the cafeteria?” Corey said with a groan. “Eating something might stop my stomach from feeling so queasy.”
“Aren’t you worried about Milla?”
“There’s nothing we can do,” said Corey in a grim tone. “She needs a doctor to patch her up. Besides, let Noah stew in guilt a little longer. He’s acting all worried now. Wait till he finds out what his prank nearly did to her. I’m not forgiving him for it. He’s the reason Milla’s so close to Luke now."
He had a point.
“Fine,” I said. “Let’s grab a sandwich and then look at damage control. This headache is fucking killing me.”
“Let’s grab a coffee too,” said Corey. “I need a gallon more to feel alive.”
Agreeing with him, I followed him to the hospital’s cafeteria located on the ground floor. Since our family donated generously to the faculty here, we had a couple of suites permanently booked here for emergencies. Since we’d been coming here since we were kids, we knew our way around the place.
We wolfed down three sandwiches each and gulped down gigantic cups of iced coffee. Feeling considerably better, we headed to the fourth floor where Noah was waiting for us.
“Do you think we should’ve gotten some flowers?” Corey asked as we headed down the fourth-floor corridor.
“Nah. Best to check if she’s doing all right first.”
“What do you think happened to her mom?”
I shrugged. “Maybe she got upset after her daughter’s head got split by her stepson.”
“Eva’s not the fussy type though.”
“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “Let’s find Noah and ask him to explain.”
“Whoa!” Corey halted in his steps.
It took me only a moment to see why he’d stopped. Our dad was at the end of the hallway, talking to men in scrubs. He looked so frazzled, it gave me pause.
“How badly hurt is she?” Corey whispered with a frown.
Dad followed the doctors and disappeared into another hallway.
“I don’t know,” I said, my brows creasing. “Noah said she was going to be okay.”
We hurried down the corridor and found Noah sitting on the bench positioned outside a suite. I wondered why he was here and not running around with our dad?
“Hey,” I said, reaching him.
Noah glanced up at us, relief spreading through his face.
“What’s going on?” Corey asked. “Where did Dad go?”
“He’s with Eva.”
“What about Milla?” I asked.
“She’s inside that room,” he said, gesturing toward a nearby closed door. “She’ll be okay as soon as she wakes up.”
“That’s good, right?” Corey said.
“I don’t know,” Noah whispered, his shoulders slumping.
I sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “What’s going on? Why do you still look so worried when you know she’ll be okay.”
