Approaching the room, my heart beat loudly in my chest. I felt sick. I just stormed out of the room,, and now I was back, his mother entoe. Ugh.. how embarrassing.
Darcy doesn't even bother to knock on the door, bursting into the room.
"Mom?" Paul is sitting up in the bed, talking to a familiar looking man, Dr. Keise. I faintly remember him from when I hit my head at the club, that night of the shoot out.
"Mrs. Eklund, wonderful timing."
Darcy's brow furrows, giving Paul a stern look, before turning her attention to Dr. Keise with a charming smile.
"David, good news I hope?"
"Very. Paul is doing great. I'm just going to run a few more tests, but if everything looks good, we should be able to release him tomorrow. I will make a house call in about a week to follow up, but I'm very
