Shocking Sapphires - Ann Omasta Page 0,5

said, “That’s where we are heading. Come with us.”

Once we were enclosed in the elevator, I asked Dani, “Have you heard anything about Gran––, err, the driver of the car?”

After glancing at the nurse, I made the quick decision not to share the movie star’s name. He would likely get enough unwanted attention without me adding fuel to the fire.

“I had a brief chat on the phone with Max during my ambulance ride with the baby.” Her voice lowered to a hushed, somber tone as she added, “It doesn’t look good for the driver.”

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Molly

Dani’s dire words made my stomach churn anew. I hated to think about the handsome movie star being gravely injured. I’d had a huge crush on the heartthrob during my late teen years. Due to his roles in most of the biggest blockbusters over the past decade, it almost felt like I knew him.

By the greenish pallor on Dani’s face, it was obvious that she had the same irrational connection with him. The busy doctor normally didn’t watch many movies or much television, but she would have to live under a rock to not know who Grant Chandler was. He was the biggest movie star in the world.

When the elevator’s doors finally groaned open, I took the lead––even though I didn’t know where we were going. I needed to see the baby with my own eyes to make sure he was truly okay.

“This way,” Dani pointed down the long hallway to the left.

The woman’s sense of direction was practically non-existent, but since she had just been up here, I decided to follow her guidance. The baby was small enough to be in the room with the newborns. My heart was filled with trepidation as I approached the large glass window that allowed proud parents to look in on their precious little bundles.

I recognized my little guy immediately. A woman in blue scrubs was hooking him up to some frightening looking equipment, and he was enraged. His tiny face was beet red as he screamed in fury.

Without thinking, I leaned forward in my wheelchair and pounded on the glass. The woman ignored me, but one of the other infants startled at the sudden noise and began crying.

Dani stooped to put an arm around me and said in a soothing voice, “They’re taking good care of him.”

“What is she doing to him? He doesn’t like that.” My words came out in a panicked screech.

“They have to monitor him to make sure his vitals are stable,” she answered rationally. I didn’t like having Dani use her calming doctor voice on me. I wanted her to be as outraged as I was that they were upsetting the innocent baby.

“I need to go in there and see him.” I started to try to stand to follow-through on the urge, but Dani’s arm tightened around me.

“No,” she said at the same time as the nurse with us said, “I’m sorry, but you can’t do that.”

Both women gave me firm looks as I considered making a break for it. I could help soothe the upset infant. I just knew it.

“He needs me.” I tried, but neither woman appeared willing to soften on this.

Standing back up to her full height, Dani said rationally, “What he needs right now is for you to let the people who are trained to take proper care of him do their jobs.”

Gently wheeling me around back toward the elevator, the nurse added, “He also needs for you to rest and heal, so you’re able to take care of him once he’s released.”

I fully expected Dani to correct the woman’s misunderstanding, so I was surprised when she remained silent. Since my brain was busy processing what her silence on the subject might mean, I didn’t put up a fight when they rolled me onto the elevator to go back down to the ground level of the hospital.

The noise and chaos that greeted us when the elevator’s doors slid open was alarming. The nurse scurried my wheelchair out of the elevator to make room for the frantic group that was waiting to come inside.

So much was happening that no one noticed when I stood up from my wheelchair to peer down at the battered man on the gurney in the middle of the flurry of activity. The bloody gashes and cuts on his normally-gorgeous face made him almost unrecognizable, but I would know those vivid blue eyes anywhere.

A bulky neck collar was keeping him from moving, but when his roving, frightened gaze