for the incision to reset her rib and internal bleeding and who knew what else.
He looked up and saw Franz on the other side of the bed. “This is the third time I have seen this little girl in a bed like this.” His voice was softened by the brotherly love evident in his tones. “This is the worst, and I don’t ever want to see this again.”
Nathaniel had a thousand questions for him, but swallowed them all. He looked at Emmy, and wanted her to open her eyes and smile at him. He brushed a few strands of hair back in place and leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I was going to miss her while she was in Boston. I didn’t think I would have to miss her while she was here and recovering from this.”
Franz snapped his head up. “Shit. Boston. She was supposed to leave on Sunday.”
“Oh, shit. We never called her parents.”
“Mother,” Franz corrected. “Her mother needs to know.”
“Do you know her mom’s number?”
“No, but I’ll bet it’s on her cell. She always left the cell in her locker. I’ll get it opened and have them bring everything here.” Franz pulled out his cell phone and headed for the door. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Eventually.” Nathaniel took a deep breath. “When I hear what the doctor has to say about her.”
“Keep me posted,” Franz said, walking out.
He stared at Emmy for what felt like hours. He just kept wanting her to open her eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to think any other thoughts. She was small in the bed and looked utterly vulnerable—he wanted to pick her up and hold her in his arms. He wanted to tell her it was all going to be okay, and he wanted that to be the truth.
“Dude, you have an empire to run,” came Victor’s voice from the door. Nathaniel found his brother standing there. Victor walked into the room, and over to the bed. He saw his brother’s eyes go wide and lips twist in shock. “Holy…” He glanced quickly at Nathaniel, and then back to Emmy. “I didn’t realize it was this bad...”
“Yeah,” Nathaniel said. “She got the shit beat out of her.”
“Greg did this?” Victor’s voice was tight and controlled, the rage leaking through anyway.
“Greg, and someone else. The someone else broke my arm with a bat and ran. He’s still out there, somewhere.”
“Will she be okay?”
“I don’t know.”
The silence hung between them for a moment.
“Nate, man, I’m sorry.” Victor was the only person on Earth Nathaniel let slide on that nickname. “I didn’t mean to pull that judgy shit on you. Whatever the hell you two do in bed, or on that cross, is your business. Not mine. You have always been the most supportive brother I could dream of having and the instant I find out that your girlfriend is into that stuff, I got all wonky.”
“But that’s why we were in there this morning.” Nathaniel shrugged. “Just because you realize it’s not right to judge, doesn’t mean the rest of the world won’t. Franz is going to have to pull a rabbit out of his ass to make sure this doesn’t go really bad.”
“Blank check.” Victor stepped back and looked at Nathaniel. “Tell him he has carte blanche. She doesn’t deserve to be dragged through the mud.”
“He knows. Not that I want that kind of shit going on, but you’re right.” Nathaniel sighed. “I just want her to be okay.”
“You’ll get that, Mr. Walsh.” Doctor Fisckar walked in. “The nurse told me you were here and I wanted to talk to you.” He walked down to the end of the bed and grabbed her chart. “I’m guessing this is your brother?”
“Yes, sir, Emmy is his administrative assistant.”
“You’re welcome to stay. It’s all good news.” Nathaniel actually felt the room spin from the relief he felt. “She’s going to have quite a bit of healing to do and will need some nursing care, but she should be able to recover completely.” The doctor walked to the other side of the bed. “Her MRI showed the barest signs of