“No, hon, not really.” Zoe tried to keep her tone light, unconcerned about the fact that the man that she loved had been out cold for close to forty-three hours. Like she wasn’t a damn heaving mess of internal worry, like she wasn’t mentally in the fetal position and shrieking in panic and fear. “He comes to for a few seconds, then drops off again. I don’t think he’s seeing or understanding anything. The painkillers are strong enough to take out a T-rex.”
“Damn, Zoe. I’m sorry.” Willa shifted on the bed, wincing as the nasty bruises on her back twinged. “And Keira?”
“She’s good. Much better. They took the tube out an hour ago, and she’s breathing just fine on her own now.”
“Who’s with her?” Willa asked. “Maria?”
“Yeah. It’s OK, Willa. She’s OK.” Zoe smiled. “Maria’s not going anywhere,
