Thanksgiving

Chapter 20

Bryan and one of the officers run into the room. I can feel the medicine starting to take over my senses, but I need to get out what I need to say.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Grey?"

I point to the TV and smile. I can feel myself getting giddy which is the complete opposite of how I want to come across. "The guy from that time was on there!" I yawn. The TV is now on a commercial for carpet cleaners.

"Who?" asks Bryan.

My eyes start to go to half-mast. "That time... from that guy... with the thing," I make to imitate someone pushing a wheelchair but I can barely lift my arms off the bed. "Tell Christian..."

I start to move and stretch. Thank goodness for the boot on my foot or I would have felt that one. I look at my foot and notice I'm no longer wearing a boot – but a cast. An old fashioned plaster cast with purple, hardened tape wrapped around it. It comes up past my knee. "What the hell?" I ask myself. I look at the clock and it is now four in the afternoon. The TV is on and I am suddenly reminded of what I saw. "BRYAN!" I yell.

My door opens and Sawyer and a police officer walk in. "Bryan wasn't feeling well, he went home," says Sawyer.

"So there are 2 strangers at my house?" I ask.

"They're not strangers to Mr. Grey or I. Your sisters-in-law are there as well."

"Does Christian know?" I ask, a sense of uneasiness passing over me.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ummmm two questions. One, what the hell happened to my foot?" I point to my leg.

"Hold on ma'am," Sawyer says before he turns to leave the room. Immediately he returns with a piece of paper with writing on it. "Doctor Williams was up not long after you went out, Bryan took notes," Sawyer begins reading the paper in his hand. "The bones went back into place the way they should and he felt that if you are careful you may not need surgery after all. You are free to go home today once this dose of pain medicine wears off. You have a number of prescriptions to take at home, you cannot put pressure on your foot for the next week at least when the doctor will re-x-ray it to see if the bones are where they're supposed to be. He had originally wanted to put pins in to keep things in place, but he no longer feels as if that is necessary."

"Wow," I say while looking at my leg. "So I see they casted it while I was out."

"Yes ma'am. Officer Crane and I stood by to make sure it was all done without any risk to safety."

"Thank you," I say with a smile.

'Ma'am, you said you had two questions?"

I study him, trying to remember. Eureka! "The man from this morning was on the news before I passed out," I say quickly.

"We know, ma'am. He's in critical condition right now and unable to answer questions."

"Who is he?"

"No one has stepped up with information yet, ma'am," says Sawyer.

"Can you get fingerprints off him?" I ask hopefully.

"No ma'am. Patient privacy."

I roll my eyes. "What happened with the warrant Christian requested this morning?"

"They used it to look at the video, we're actually lucky he got hit because he evaded us by never looking towards a camera. He was smart. He came into the hospital, took a wheelchair from the front desk area, and came straight up here. There is no indication of where he planned to go once he had you."