Page 7 of Lethal Game

"We're going to get you to the hospital so you can be examined and treated. Did the man say anything to you?"

"He just told me to get in the car. He had an accent." She paused, looking at her attacker, who was being loaded onto a gurney. "Do you know who he is? Is he the person security was looking for earlier?"

"How do you know about that?"

"I'm a nurse. I heard they were looking for someone."

"He's not who we were looking for, but hopefully, he'll lead us to that person."

"I don't understand." She felt suddenly dizzy and tightened her grip on his hand. But the garage was spinning in front of her, and as she lost her balance, she stumbled against him.

He wrapped his arms around her. "You're okay," he said.

"I don't think I am." Her eyes closed, and the world faded away.

Alisa woke up in the ER to bright lights and the sound of her heartbeat on the monitor next to her. She squinted as she looked into the concerned face of ER nurse Georgia Fulton, who was also one of her friends and someone she'd worked alongsideduring her stint in the ER. Georgia had sandy brown hair and brown eyes that were filled with concern.

"It's about time, Alisa," Georgia told her, relief flooding her gaze.

"What happened?"

"Apparently, someone tried to carjack you in the garage. After you were rescued, you passed out."

Her memories came flooding back. "I hoped that was a nightmare."

"I'm sure it was a nightmare," Georgia said tersely as she checked her pulse. "Your hand needs stitches, by the way. I've cleaned the cut, but Dr. Lawson will be in shortly to take care of that. You also have a large bump on the back of your head, so I need to ask you a few questions. Do you know your name?"

"Alisa Hunt."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight," she said with a sigh. "I'm fine, Georgia."

Her friend ignored her. "Where do you live?"

"Santa Monica."

She squinted again as Georgia checked her eyes with a bright light. "Can you follow my finger with your eyes?" Georgia asked.

"Yes," she said as she completed the test. "I just have a terrible headache."

"You were out for about ten minutes, according to the orderly who brought you in. That's long enough for Dr. Lawson to order a CT scan."

She hated all the fuss. She was a much better nurse than patient. But her head was throbbing, and despite her desire for this to all be over, she didn't have the energy to get to her feet. She also knew the protocol for a concussion, and she would have to follow it.

"There's an FBI agent outside who wants to talk to you," Georgia added. "I told him he'd have to wait."

"Does he have gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair?" she asked,still trying to remember what was real and what was a dream. Her reality seemed very muddled at the moment.

"Yes," Georgia said, smiling for the first time. "And a very attractive face."

"He saved my life."

Georgia's expression grew more serious as she put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm so glad he did."

"Me, too."

Georgia cleared her throat as they shared an emotional look. "I need to get you to radiology. Do you want me to call anyone while you're having your test? I know your mom is upstairs."