We parked in lot in front of the emergency room and then hustled inside, still dressed to impress in ballgowns and heels. A nurse informed us that Ash was getting tests done right now and to wait. We paced anxiously for another forty-five minutes before they allowed us back to see him.
I burst into the room and found him sitting in a hospital bed with a wrap around his middle and some bruising on his face and shoulders.
“Lila,” he said in relief. His smile lit up when he saw me. As if he’d won a prize out of one of those impossible claw machines.
“They wouldn’t let us back for almost an hour.”
“I’m glad you’re here.”
Marley stepped in. “Wow, you look like shit.”
Ash laughed and then touched his ribs. “f**k, don’t make me laugh like that.”
“Sorry,” Marley said.
“It’s fine. I’m fine.
