Dr. Dalton greeted us as we entered the hospital and instructed us to sit in the waiting room. The smell of cleaning chemicals made my stomach turn, but I couldn"t help but think it was the perfect cover up for any potential murder weapon smells. He examined Chester"s shoulder first and told the nurses to prep him for surgery. Next, he assessed Ronald"s leg and his head and told the nurses to stabilize him until backup arrived from a nearby hospital. Afterwards, he pulled my bandages off so he could look at my head.
Ky frowned and shook his head. “Are you the one who brought me all of this business at once? What happened to your head?”
“I got hit with a shovel… at a high rate of speed. How’s Chester’s shoulder?”
“He’ll be okay. The bullet went straight through. The repair of his shoulde
