Dean, Jim and Chris were standing by the elevator when the women stepped off. Kat and Jenny were both supporting Emma, who seemed about ready to collapse. Dean jumped forward, took Emma in his arms.
“You OK?” he said.
She shook her head, pale and shaken. “Not yet. Where is she?”
“They’re stitching her up right now,” Chris said, keeping his voice low, trying to keep them calm. “The doctor said she’d be out in ten minutes with an update.”
The women nodded and looked around.
“Where’s Dallas?” Kat said.
The men looked troubled.
“In the waiting room,” Chris said. “He’s – he’s not doing so well.”
“He blames himself?” Jenny asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Chris said. “Come on, this way.”
They all stood in the hallway, staring into the waiting room at Dallas. He was slumped over in a chair, his
