When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys #2) - Emma Scott Page 0,98

Officer Tran said something else and Jerry’s expression changed. He approached me, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch to the mouth to come out of the dark.

“Holden, right?”

“Mr. Whitmore…” I managed and then fell silent as Jerry took my hand in his and shook it.

“We don’t know what’s happening yet with my son,” he said, his voice gruff. “But they tell me he would’ve died if you hadn’t been there.”

I stared.

“Just tell me,” he said, swallowing hard and jamming his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Was he drinking?”

I shook my head. “He wasn’t. He never would do something like that. Not him…”

Jerry blew out a small, tight sigh of relief. “I knew it. I knew he wouldn’t jeopardize his standing with the university.”

Fuck me, I can’t…

A doctor rounded the corner. Tall and handsome with the same intelligent gravitas as Denzel Washington. “Whitmore family?”

Jerry’s face paled and he raised his hand. “I’m his dad.”

He and the doctor conferred for a moment out of ear shot. I stood immobile, watching their faces for a sign. Any second now, Jerry was going to collapse in the doctor’s arms, wailing for his boy…

But River’s dad nodded eagerly, soaking in every word the doctor said with a desperate, hopeful smile. Then he shook the doctor’s hand, almost frantically, and thanked him again and again.

Relief rocked me, nearly knocking me off my feet. Jerry was motioning for me to join them. Feeling like I was in a dream, I crossed the waiting room, Officers Tran and Dowd following.

“River’s okay,” Jerry said, the words tumbling out of his mouth.

“He’s in stable condition,” the doctor corrected gently. His badge read Stansfield. “He’s sustained a severe concussion, resulting in a brain bleed which, so far, appears small and the swelling minimal.”

“Brain bleed,” I murmured.

Holy fuck, River…

“He’s also sustained fractures to his left arm and clavicle. But monitoring his concussion is our first priority.” The doctor turned to me. “I understand you were in the truck with River?”

I nodded. “It flipped. He was trying not to hit a deer, and the truck flipped.”

He wouldn’t have been on the road at all if not for me.

“You’re both very lucky, all things considered.”

I could’ve laughed. Or cried.

Dr. Stansfield touched my shoulder. “Are you all right, son? Has someone checked you out?”

I moved out from under his touch. “I’m fine.”

“Can we see him?” Jerry asked.

“We’re taking River for an MRI to determine the extent of the bleed, any damage and swelling. That will help determine any long-term effects or issues. I’ll take you to the ICU waiting area. When the tests are over, you can see him.”

“Thank you.” Jerry turned to me. “Coming, Holden?”

“Now hold on,” Dowd said. He was even uglier in the light of the hospital; bulky, with flat eyes. “This guy’s been doing some underage drinking. That’s not nothing.”

Tran held up a hand. “Do you have toxicology on River?” he asked Stansfield.

“Negative for narcotics and blood alcohol was 0.0.”

Tran nodded, his lips pressed together in a thin line, thinking. “Seems like you’ve had a pretty rough night,” he said to me. “I’m going to let you off with a warning. Take better care of yourself, okay?”

I nodded and wordlessly followed Jerry and the doctor. I had to see for myself that River was alive. Somewhere behind me, Dowd was arguing with Tran, but the elevator shut, cutting him off.

I hung back while they talked, wondering when Jerry was going to whirl around, grip me by the throat, and demand to know what I’d done to his son.

In the ICU waiting room, Jerry sat on one side and I sat across from him. He called someone named Dazia.

“No news yet. They’re doing an MRI. We’ll know soon. How is Nancy?”

I shut my eyes, hugging myself tight, and dozed.

“Holden?”

I jerked my eyes open. Jerry was smiling at me. “You must be tired. I was just asking how you know River. Not football?” he said, taking in my silver hair and my ruined—but expensive—boots.

“Not football.” I closed my coat to conceal I was wearing River’s tuxedo jacket. “I know him from…Calculus.”

Jerry nodded and then a thought struck him. He frowned. “In all the commotion, I wasn’t thinking but… River went to Prom with Violet. Why was he out on that road and not with her?”

“He was saving my life.”

Jerry sat back in his chair, confusion coloring his expression. “Well…that sounds like my River. He’s probably told you, but his mom is sick. Very sick. She doesn’t have much