Chapter Fifty
Ricky had kept the male trainers busy. Using poles and scraps of electrical wire they had built a rickety hospital tent from blankets and someone with an artistic bent had painted a sign: M*A*S*H. Inside, Irene found Ricky working on Brad’s foot. One of the team players was helping with a bandage.
Ricky looked up, his face etched in worry. “He started leaking and I had to go back in and restitch the artery.”
Irene could see that the makeshift splint that held Brad’s leg was soaked in blood. “Christ, did you get it?”
“Too early to tell but the bleeding’s stopped, for now. This is my fiancé, Zoey.”
Zoey nodded, her dark features clouded in concern. “We heard the screaming. Is everything okay out there?”
“Yeah. What the hell was going on?” Ricky tied off another stitch. “I
