Over an hour after being wheeled into the emergency room on a f*****g gurney, Sparkle was done with people poking and prodding at her. The wounds in her upper arm and calf hurt the worst, but the doc had already confirmed there were no bullets in her, just bits of concrete and splinters of metal. Two nurses were currently pulling some of them out of her back with tweezers while the doc sewed up the hole in her arm in preparation for a precautionary round of x-rays.
Biting back a snarl when one of the nurses dug deep into the middle of her back to extract a splinter of shrapnel, she gritted her teeth and fought for patience.
Josh was safe; he was being looked over somewhere in this same ER, she just couldn’t go to him. And she needed to. Wanted to see for herself that he was truly okay.
