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“Sorry!” I yell back at him.
He waves me away amiably.
I run quickly to the ER, stopping at the volunteer at the front desk.
“David Simpson?” I say breathlessly.
He looks up from his computer screen. “You family?”
“Isn’t his family here yet?”
He taps on his keyboard. “I’m not showing any visitors so far. But I can only give information out to family.”
“I’m his…girlfriend,” I say.
He shakes his head. “I’m afraid only legal spouses count as family, ma’am.”
“Then fine. I’m his wife.”
He mentioned a possible honeymoon, so what the hell?
“Ma’am, do you think this is the first time someone has said they were someone’s significant other and then corrected themselves when they found out we can only release information to spouses? Please take a seat. When a family member of the patient arrives, we can give out information.”
“Fine.” I turn around in a huff, glancing around the room.
No Bryce, no Marjorie, no Henry, no Angie, no Sage…
But a moment later, they all come rushing in.
And they don’t look good. Marjorie and Bryce are both wearing combinations of pajamas and jeans. They must have been planning an early night at home. Henry’s face is sheet white, and the girls’ eyes are streaked with mascara.
Angie runs into my arms and sobs. “Oh, Maddie. I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t believe this, on top of everything else going on with our family. Is he okay?”
“I don’t know what’s going on. They won’t tell me anything because I’m not family.”
“Mom and Dad will get the information.” Tears stream down Angie’s face. “I can’t believe this is happening. How much more can we be expected to go through?”
I feel so bad for her. This is her brother, after all. If something like this happened to Jesse, I would be devastated.
I’m devastated now. This is the man I love.
And I can’t lose him.
Why didn’t I say it back?
Why didn’t I do so many things?
I was so worried about stupid stuff.
Bryce and Marjorie talk to the volunteer and then return to us in the waiting area.
Bryce’s face is pale, and Marjorie doesn’t look much better.
But it’s Marjorie who speaks to us. “All they know is that he’s in surgery. He’s had some abdominal injuries. They’re sending someone out to talk to us.”
I gulp and sit down next to Angie. Sage and Henry sit across from us, looking worried. Bryce and Marjorie are still standing, pacing back and forth.
A man in scrubs comes out. “Mr. and Mrs. Simpson?”
