“WHAT’S THE HOLD UP, Doc?”
The surgeon gave Clovis a sharp look. “She’s gone into hypovolemic shock,” the EP told Clovis. “We’ve managed to stop the bleeding for now but we can’t take her into surgery and close up that wound until she’s stabilized.”
“I’d like to take her to Indianapolis. My brother’s a surgeon at Methodist Hospital.”
The emergency physician started writing on Emma’s chart. “Physician’s name?”
“Godric Honeybun.”
The man’s head came up and he smiled. “You’re a Honeybun?”
Clovis opened his mouth to respond.
“No, don’t tell me.” Doctor Roberts said. He narrowed his eyes. “I’ve heard about all of you. I was sure Godric was exaggerating but...” He grinned. “You’ve got to be Clovis.”
Clovis grinned. “Guilty as charged.”
Roberts laughed, shaking his head. “In med school a
