fault. She would never have said such a thing before she met you.”
“Me! What did I do?”
“You’ve corrupted her.”
He dropped a light kiss to my sister’s lips and her face went all soft and happy. “I wouldn’t call it corrupt. I’d call it liberate.”
I couldn’t do this right now.
“Didn’t you say Tori saw him on his way out. Have you asked her how he seemed?”
“Of course. She said he seemed fine, just in a real hurry,” Eden clarified for me.
“Well, then, I guess none of us are any wiser why he headed out, until someone found him at around five this morning. The cops finally called us around eight, I think.” Dane filled in the gaps for me.
My brain did the calculations; he’d been injured and trapped in his car for probably close to four hours. My stomach turned and I had the devil’s own job keeping my stomach under control.
Nobody said anything for a few minutes.
Arianne finally broke the uneasy silence. “Why aren’t his parents here?”
I watched Xander shake his head resignedly. “They don’t get on. Seth hates his stepdad and his relationship with his mum is strained, at best.”
“But surely they should be here or at least know what’s going on.” Arianne looked puzzled.
“His mum knows, but I have no idea if she’ll make an appearance. They’re interstate with Rachel at some sort of dance thing she’s doing and catching a holiday, apparently. She hadn’t decided if she was coming back when I spoke to her earlier. The cops couldn’t get hold of them then they found one of my cards in his wallet. I don’t think it hurt that one of the cops that attended seemed to be an MMA fan.”
That was how foggy my brain was today. I hadn’t even thought about his parents. Seth never spoke of them. It was almost as if they didn’t exist. Rachel had been cast in the production of Cats. She was one of the dancers touring with the show. I think they were in Perth at the moment.
All that aside, what sort of parent didn’t drop everything and come home to be with their critically injured son? How fucked up was that?
Just then, the heavy doors to the theatre opened and a middle aged man in scrubs came out and moved towards our group.
“Are you all here for Seth Harris?”
I guess it was a fair assumption. We were the only ones in the waiting room. His face gave nothing away and my stomach crashed further.
3
Sophia
W e all stood and the doctor moved towards us.
“I’m Doctor Joseph Wilkinson. Are one of you the next of kin?” He looked directly at me. I figured that was because I was the only female not curled around a man. Xander jumped in and took charge.
“We’re his closest friends. I’m Xander Todd and this is my wife, Eden. Dane Roberts and his fiancée, Arianne. And this is Sophia Sommers. She’s Seth’s woman.” Xander nodded towards me and I read the warning in his eyes. He wanted me to go along with him. He’d also cleverly labelled me as Seth’s woman, rather than provide specifics. The doctor shook hands with the guys and nodded at each of us women. He seemed to be satisfied with Xander’s introductions.
Then, we all looked at the man, anxiously waiting on whatever he had to say.
“Let me start by saying he’s in recovery at the moment from surgery. He’s in a critical but stable condition.” I let out a sigh of relief and I think the others did as well.
“He has some serious injuries. It’s not ideal that he wasn’t found for several hours given the level of trauma he’d sustained. Every minute is crucial, particularly when we’re dealing with internal and head injuries.”
That didn’t sound good.
“How bad is it?” I asked in a voice that was barely more than a whisper.
The doctor turned more towards me and there was no doubting the concern written all over his face. He seemed to be bracing himself before he delivered the news to us. Nope, that was bad.
“Seth has a fractured pelvis. It’s broken in three places and will