Several minutes later, when Blake strode through the front doors of the hospital, he found Alma waiting for him. Before he could open his mouth, the housekeeper told him Nicola was rushed to the lab for a CT scan. Blake thanked Alma for everything and asked her to go home and take care of Iris. With nothing to do but wait, Blake paced the floor and tried not to think the worst.
“Mr. Echols.”
Blake stopped pacing and turned around to find a doctor standing there.
“How's my wife?” he asked, trying to stay calm.
“She has a mild concussion,” the doctor replied. “I studied the X-ray and the good news is that there is no bleeding or swelling in the brain. She has a sprained ankle and some bruises. I would prefer to keep her overnight for observation.”
“I want to see my wife,” Blake demande
