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“Yes.” His father takes the lead, his imposing figure filling the space.

“He’s okay.”

I sag against River, and her arms come around me and hold me up. His mother visibly relaxes. His father has no outward reaction and the ex just looks bored.

“He’s still sedated and will be waking up soon, but we need to give his body a chance to heal and fight back. He’ll be in the ICU, and someone will come to get you once he’s prepped and comfortable. You can see him, two at a time, and just for a few minutes. He really needs to avoid stress and rest.”

“Do you have any questions for me?”

His father says no, and as the doctor is turning to leave, I step up.

“I do. Have questions, that is.”

The doctor looks between us and glances back at Joanne behind her desk. I guess he’s been made aware of the situation.

“Yes, miss?” His tone is dry.

I want to scream.Can’t you see I’m the only one who cares? The one who loves him?

“What’s the nature of his injuries?”

I can feel Amanda staring daggers at the back of my head, but I ignore her.

“He was shot five times, one bullet through his left arm and the other grazed his neck. He was very lucky as both bullets missed bones and arteries and he has no major damage from them. But he also suffered a contusion. He dislocated a shoulder and broke his left arm in three places. My guess is that when he was thrown, he used the left arm to brace himself. We had to reset and pin the bones. Our biggest concern right now is the head trauma as he stayed unconscious for a long time. We are keeping a very close watch.”

I gasp and my hands go my mouth.Hold it in, Skye. You can fall apart later. Hold it in.

“I don’t understand. You said five shots.”

The doctor’s voice is somber.

“He was wearing a Kevlar vest. There were three other bullets on it. That vest saved his life.”

I nod and hold my hand up, asking him for a moment while I blink several times to keep the tears at bay.

“Is there a risk of brain damage?”

My voice is shaky.

“There’s always risk any time someone suffers any kind of head trauma, but the likelihood of any permanent damage is minimal.”

“And what about his other injuries? Will he make a full recovery?”

“He’s young and strong. The next twenty-four hours will be telling, but I think we have a good chance of full recovery. He might need some physical therapy for the arm, but his chances are good.”

“Thank you. Thank you for saving his life.”

The doctor nods and looks back at Logan’s family, who are sitting back with a displeased look about them. Well, not his mother. She has silent tears streaming down her face.

The doctor walks away but stops after a few steps and looks directly at me.

“If you have any more questions, have the front desk page Doctor Marcus.”

And without another glance toward the other side of the waiting room, he leaves.

I sit back with River. The officers huddle in a corner, their voices too low for me to make out what they’re saying. Logan’s father and the ex turn to each other, whispering. His mom holds my stare and mouths athank you.

Chapter Fifty-Nine