The driver pulled up in front of the hospital’s emergency room entrance, and Drew and Meghan ran inside.
“Trixie Benning,” Drew barked at the woman at the intake desk. “They said she was being brought in by chopper.”
The woman, used to panicked relatives, remained calm and typed a few words into her computer.
“Yes, sir, she arrived about twenty minutes ago. If you will please take a seat just over there, I will try to get a status update for you on her condition.”
“Thanks,” he muttered, then dragged his hands over his face and trudged off in the direction the woman had indicated. Meghan walked side-by-side with him, her nervous tic of playing with her wedding band in full swing.
They’d only been seated a few minutes when a tall, thin man in scrubs approached and said, “Are you family
