CHAPTER 17

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"Dante's tests all came back negative, but he's going to have

to stay or a day or two or observation," Sarah announced

to a waiting room that had pretty much been taken over by

the Sinclairs and friends. "He lost consciousness and they

need to watch him or complications of the concussion."

"How is he? is he talking?' Grady asked anxiously.

Sarah smiled. "He's taking a little too much, and I think

the ER staff would like to gag him. He's . . . um . . . not too

happy about his hospital stay, and he's let everyone from Dr.

Samuels to his transporter knows all about it with some very

colorful language."

"Then he's back to his usual ornery self?" Jared ques-

tioned, sounding more relieved than cynical.

"He'll be okay," she reassured the people in the waiting

room. "Staying is a precaution. A smart precaution." No

amount of curse words would get Dante out of the hospital

until they made sure he wasn't going to have any adverse

effects from the concussion.

Sarah looked around the room. Grady was holding

Emily in his lap, looking like he was afraid to ever let her

go. Jared, Randi, Elsie, Beatrice, and Joe Landon were all oc-

spying on some of the other available seats. Even her medical

assistant, Kristin, was here, a worried look on her face.

"If he has the energy to bitch, he must be doing okay,"

Grady said hesitantly. "I'll stay with him tonight. He's likely

to get up and leave."

Sarah held up her hand. "I'll stay until he's discharged.

I'll just end some clean clothes tomorrow if you wouldn't

mind." She gave Emily a pleading look. Sarah had already

showered ad quickly throw on a pair of light blue scrubs,

but she wanted some clean clothing.

"Of course, I'll bring them," Emily agreed readily. "I'll

eve pick you up a latte at Brew Magic."

"We'll bring food," Beatrice said firmly. "I had to stay in

a hospital once, and all I wanted was some decent food to

eat while I was there. I had to let my nephew bring me

something edible."

Elsie added in agreement.

"Are you sure you can handle him?" Hard said dout-

fully.

Sarah smiled at Jared. "He's staying, even if I have to

wrestle with him to keep him down in bed. He'll sleep

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