Grave Games: A Collection Of Riveting Suspense Thrillers by James Hunt & Roger Hayden

Author:James Hunt & Roger Hayden [Hunt, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2016-12-12T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

Addison wrapped her arms tightly around Wren’s neck as they followed the paramedics into the emergency room. Even with the added sixty pounds hanging from her neck, Wren kept pace with the stretcher, the paramedics barking information at the nurses.

“We need to get this girl an MRI scan immediately. Possible concussion and fractured radius, breathing but unresponsive.” The paramedic passed Chloe off to the nurse, who helped lift the stretcher onto another bed.

“What’s your daughter’s name, ma’am?” the nurse asked.

“Chloe.” The entire ER was bursting with new admittances. Everywhere she looked, someone screamed, someone bled, and voices dripped with helplessness.

The nurse guided a needle into Chloe’s arm then tore her shirt open and placed circular white stickers across her chest that ran wires to a machine that beeped with the vertical rise and fall of her daughter’s pulse. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave while we run some tests.”

Another nurse gripped Wren’s arm and pulled her backward. Addison clung tighter to her neck. “What tests? No, I need to be here when she wakes up.” Wren strained against the bodies removing her from the room. She looked to Chloe, still motionless on the cot, and the team of doctors surrounding her.

The doors were shut and locked, and Wren was forced to watch behind the thick glass of a window until one of the nurses pulled a curtain, engirding the staff in privacy. Addison cried into Wren’s shoulder, and she cradled her daughter’s head, rocking her back and forth. “It’s all right, sweetheart. Your sister is going to be fine.”

One of the nurses escorted Wren to the trauma waiting room, away from the mayhem of the ER. The waiting area was small, chairs lining the walls. The seats were filled with nervous friends and family members, anxiety etched on their faces as they stared at the floor with blank eyes, bounced their knees, and fidgeted their fingers.

Wren found that she wasn’t immune to the apprehensive pathology as she paced back and forth, constantly glancing down the halls. Her stomach twisted in a knot every time one of the nurses walked by. Lost in her own worry, she felt a light tug on her shirtsleeve, and Addison looked up at her. “Mom, I’m hungry.”

A vending machine hummed just outside the room, and Wren grabbed a bag of chips. Addison munched noisily as Wren took a seat. The television bolted to the ceiling in the corner of the room was turned on, but only the emergency broadcast signal played on its screen. The high-pitched whine of the signal was just as constant as the bright, multicolored lines on the monitor.

Wren pulled her phone out, and her heart leapt as one of the signal bars appeared on the screen. She immediately dialed her son, but the call went straight to voicemail. Then she tried her husband and received the same outcome. She went back and forth, dialing each of them over and over, their voicemails repeating the monotonous message in her ear.

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