At the hospital, Jackson pulled the truck into the first spot he could find, then sprinted toward the emergency room doors. He burst into the lobby, gasping for air. The woman behind the front counter looked at him with concern, as he attempted to catch his breath.
“Two people . . .” he started, taking another deep breath. “Two people were just brought in here. One was a woman. Reagan Nichols. The other was a man named David Holloway, with a gunshot wound. Is there any way I can see them?”
“The gentleman went into surgery. It’s gonna be a little while before you can see him,” the woman said. She studied the computer screen for a moment. “Reagan is still being examined. Tell you what, if you want to have a seat, I will let you know as soon as you can get back to see her. Okay?”
“Thank yo
