The doors of the ambulance burst open, and the doctors helped to push Spider through the crowd of people waiting in the emergency room. Teagan walked up to the nurse’s desk still wearing blood on her shirt.
“I need to know what’s going on with Thomas Hitchinson,” Teagan said, giving Spider’s real name to the front desk nurse.
“Who are you?” she questioned. Teagan’s eyes held her hostage.
“I don’t have time for this. Get me the doctor,” Teagan pressed.
“Ma’am, we can only give out information to immediate family members,” she replied.
Teagan pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Excuse my friend Gloria, we’re all upset because our partner came in with a gunshot wound,” Daughtrey said, gazing into her eyes with a wide smile.
The nurse blushed at Daughtrey, nodded, and glanced at her comput
