Mark spent some time pacing, talking and apologizing to his mother, and wondering what the cops had found out. Finally, he walked up to the desk. “Hi, I’m here with a young woman, Nicole Turner. Is it possible for me to see her?”
The nurse hesitated and frowned before she began to speak. “Sir . . .”
“Please,” he begged. “I just want to see her for a second, then I promise I’ll come back out.”
“Okay, come with me.” The nurse turned and walked through a set of double doors and led him to the recovery area. Mark looked around the dim room, glancing in at each empty bed. The last curtain was pulled shut. She glanced up at him. “Try to stay strong, okay?”
He nodded and she slowly opened the curtain. His lungs stopped functioning momentarily when he looked upon her face. They had her intubat
