chapter 22

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Emeil had his arm wrapped, and was released right after Mariette was- who’s head seemed perfectly fine, other than the scab on the side of her face. They had all remained, waiting for reports on Emily.

Mariette’s sister, Mary, clutched her hand, staring at the bland wall of the lobby.

Emeil looked angry. His mother and father were both there, and they were too petrified to speak.

Nithyas didn’t have the guts to speak to either of them. He was too scared of their response or reaction. He couldn’t blame them if they were angry. It was his fault . . . . Emily’s possible coma was his fault.

They breathed sharply once Emily’s assigned doctor had come out to speak with her parents.

“Emily is awake, and we’re taking care of her head. She’s not suffering any major damage, but she has several gashes on her neck and shoulder. She’s going to have to stay here for awhile.”

Emily’s mother breathed in relief, clutching at her heart.

“Can we see her?” her father asked.

“No, not quite yet. We want her to rest for awhile. Come back tomorrow, during regular visitor hours, eleven to six.” The doctor nodded, and answered their other pressed questions.

Nithyas swallowed nervously as they prepared to leave. But he had to stay, due to the fact that the investigators- including Nathan stayed to ask him questions. Klaus immediately stepped up to announce that he was defending Nithyas.

His mother stood with Jane behind the group.

The others left, without another glance at Nithyas- although Mariette looked worried.

“Mr. Gronswell, we’re going to need some information.” One guy said.

Before they could say anything else, he pulled out his wallet with shaking hands, giving them his license and driver’s registration.

They looked over it and handed it back.

“We’ve already measured from the tracks on the road that you were speeding by twenty-three miles per hour. You were going eighty-eight in a sixty-five zone, were you not?”

“Yessir.” He sheepishly answered.

“Well, we haven’t figured out who’s at fault yet, but since you already have a lawyer- Mr. Schmidt here, we’re going to get a court date set up for you, alright?”

He nodded, not really listening. He had been in court more than once. It didn’t bother him anymore. Except for the fact that a double-edged sword hung over his head now. When he went in- if he didn’t get in trouble for the accident, then he’d get in trouble for his evaded past- even though Jane had told him Klaus took care of it.

He couldn’t get his mind off Emily. Would she want to see him? Surely she would still be pissed at him.

When their pestering questions were finally done with, they left, and Nithyas was surrounded by his family- all but Nathan.

“You’ll be fine,” Jane reassured for the tenth time. “Klaus is an expert.”

“Oh, Jane. I never thought we’d be married into a Schmidt family. They’re very prestigious around these parts.” Her mother said. She was happy with Jane’s peaceful return and good fortune.

“This will be eahsy.” Klaus said to Nithyas, slapping a hand on his shoulder gently. “We can eahsily make the other driver to look aht fault.”

Nithyas only shook his head. “I have to see Emily.”

“Don’t worry about her, dear.” His mother rubbed his other shoulder. “She’ll be perfectly fine. You can see her tomorrow. But let her family see her first.”

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