CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“DEIDRA?” JONATHAN CARRIED her into the infirmary. “You’ll be okay, all right?” He lay her on the bed and kissed her forehead.
The women waited at the doorway, gawking.
Jonathan helped Neumann hook Dee up to the IV and monitors.
“Her blood pressure is a little low but in a safe range.” Neumann struggled to get the thermometer in Dee’s mouth as she grumbled and turned.
“Sh, it’s okay,” Jonathan whispered. “You’ll be all right. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
Dee focused her tired eyes on him and gave a weak smile.
“Okay, everything’s secure.” Neumann checked the IV. “I’ll give her some charcoal and we’ll go from there. I can’t believe Shauna would do this.”
“I wish I could say the same thing.” Jonathan tightened his lips, breathing through his nost
