CHAPTER THIRTY
The afternoon was a sea of chaos for Mackenzie. She stayed with Ellington as long as she could. She rode to the hospital in the back of an ambulance with him. He was coherent the entire time but there were a few occasions where he seemed to be on the verge of passing out. By the time they arrived at the hospital and he was admitted, the news the medics were able to give her wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it wasn’t anything trivial, either.
The knife had grazed one of his ribs. Had it not, it would have punctured his lung. There was still a chance that there was a minor puncture that would not be found until a more thorough examination could be conducted.
While she waited for news on Henry Vaughan and Ellington, she received her own treatment. She spent two hours
