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“What happened?” Alarmed, I rush forward, steadying her. “I examine the gash on her head. That needs stitches.”
“No!” My mother shakes her head. “They took them.”
My eyes narrow, and I go cold. “Who took who?”
“Ivan… Marco…” She’s battling and swaying.
“Come to my office, and let me look at the cut on your head.”
I start leading her toward the door.
“No time.” She leans against me, too weak to resist me, as I push her into my office. “Find them…” Her legs start to buckle.
“Mother!” I step forward and scoop her up as she crumples.
I turn and start rushing toward my car, yelling for Urie. As I pass his office, he pops his head out the door. “What is it… Oh fuck.”
I throw my car keys at him. Without hesitation, Urie follows me. Of course, the elevator seems to take fucking forever to get to the underground parking garage in the building.
“Is she…” It’s the first time Urie’s spoken since I called him.
We’re squealing away from the garage. I’m cradling my mother on my lap in the backseat of my SUV as we head toward Boston General.
“She needs stitches for that gash and a CT scan to rule out any swelling or complications,” I explain urgently to Urie, remembering my medical training. “It’s crucial to make sure there’s no internal bleeding or other injuries.”
“Jesus, what happened?” Urie glances in the mirror.
“I don’t know. She passed out before she could say anything.”
We pull up at the hospital. I jump out of the car while Urie goes to park it and rush in with my mother. Ten minutes later, Urie joins me in the waiting area. I have to meet James.
“How is she?” Urie’s eyes are wide with concern.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Fuck. This is the part I hate, waiting to hear.” Urie sits beside me on a chair.
“There are still a few familiar faces here from when I was doing my residency two years ago,” I explain to Urie. “I told them my mother had an accident—it’s better than speculating that some mob boss attacked her and took my father and his attorney.”
Urie nods.
“Urie, while my mother gets stitched up and scanned, I need to attend to some business,” I continued. “I need you to stay and wait for news about her condition.” For some reason, I hesitated to tell him about Marco and my father’s abduction or that I was supposed to meet James at the hospital when I found my mother. “I have to go make some calls and attend to some business. I won’t be far.”
“Of course,” Urie says. “I’ll let you know if the doctor comes by.”
“Thanks.” I take out my phone and call James.
“Are you here?” James sounds stressed.
“Yeah. Where are you?”
“Third floor,” James tells me. “Go to room one-zero-five.”
I frown at the mention of the third floor and head up there, a little alarmed that James has asked me to go to the psych wards. I find him in the room he told me to, and I hear screaming.
“James.” We nod in greeting
“I’ve never seen anything like this.” James points to the window.
