Stay With Me - Maya Banks Page 0,34
face as she contemplated being shoved aside once more.
He’d assured her. He’d promised her. And once again, he’d failed her.
Would she be there? God, he hoped so. He couldn’t face being without her. They were going to need a lot of time to mend their relationship and to regain her trust.
When they pulled up to the apartment, he and Rhys jumped out. Before they made it to the entrance, Stuart nearly ran them over.
“Mr. Cullen, Mr. Wellesley, I’m so glad to see you. How is Mrs. Wellesley? Will she be released from the hospital soon?”
The older man was clearly agitated, and he wrung his hands in rapid fashion. Rhys stared at Stuart with an open mouth, and fear lodged solidly in Logan’s throat. He tried to speak, to demand to know what Stuart was talking about, but all that came out was a garbled exclamation.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Rhys asked.
Stuart paled and then stared down at their bags as if just realizing that they’d come back into town. “You don’t know.”
“Know what?” Logan snarled, finally finding his voice.
“Mrs. Wellesley arrived home two days ago. I met her at the door and sent her up to the apartment. She clearly wasn’t feeling well. I collected her bags, and when I went to bring them up, I found her in the elevator unconscious. I summoned an ambulance, and she was rushed to the hospital.”
A buzz began in Logan’s ears, loud, incessant, swarming like a hoard of angry bees.
“What hospital?” Rhys demanded.
Logan barely waited for the answer before he bolted back to the car. Rhys piled in beside him as Logan told the driver to get them to the hospital.
“What could be wrong?” Rhys asked in a shaky voice. “She seemed fine when we left her. She was quiet, not exactly herself, but I chalked that up to her disappointment over our leaving.”
Logan closed his eyes. Disappointment. Yeah, that was one way to put it.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t fucking know. But we should have been here. Goddamn it, if we’d met her plane, we would have been here when she needed us.”
Rhys closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat. He was fighting for control, and Logan could certainly sympathize. He was ready to explode in a hundred different directions. Only the thought that Catherine was in a hospital, that she needed him and Rhys, kept him from losing his cool.
When the driver pulled around to the hospital, both men jumped out and ran inside to the information desk. The receptionist eyed them warily but looked up the information they asked for without comment.
“Hmm, yes, we have a Mrs. Cullen-Wellesley. Room 811.”
Logan and Rhys both turned to go but she stopped them.
“I’m sorry, but she isn’t allowed visitors.”
Logan rounded furiously. “What?”
She visibly blanched. “I’m sorry, sir. It says right on her file. No visitors. Doctor’s orders.”
“The doctor can go to hell,” Logan said icily. “I will see my wife.”
Even as he turned back to Rhys, the receptionist was hurriedly picking up the phone. Logan ran for the elevator then cursed when it took too damn long. Giving up, he bolted for the stairs, Rhys on his heels.
They took the stairs two at a time, bursting out of the stairwell on the eighth floor. A quick check of the signs above the hallway told him that room 811 was in the corridor to the right.
They took off, and as they counted down the numbers to the rooms, Logan glanced ahead and saw two security officers standing outside a room.
Ignoring them, Logan and Rhys both reached for the door only for the two men to step in front of them.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t go in there.”
“That is my wife in there,” Logan seethed. “I just got back into town. I have no idea what’s wrong with her or if she’s okay. I only just found out where she was, and you’re telling me I can’t go in there?”
The security officer’s expression eased into one of sympathy. “Sir, if you’ll wait at the nurse’s station, the doctor is on his way up to see you now. He’ll give you a full report on her condition.”
“I don’t need a goddamn report,” Rhys interjected. “I want to see how she is doing with my own eyes.”
The guard eyed him curiously but didn’t question why if she was Logan’s wife, Rhys was breathing fire as well.
“I understand your frustration,” the other guard said calmly. “I would appreciate it if