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shouted orders to the people around him. “We have to get him to surgery,” Dr. London bellowed.
    Zachary quickly released Wes’s hand but, as they moved down the hall, he moved with them.
    â€œI’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to wait here or in the surgery waiting room,” one of the nurses said.
    â€œI’m not leaving him, and you’re wasting your breath trying to get me to.” Zachary’s eyes were on Wes; he didn’t see the gray-haired doctor shake his head when the nurse lifted her hand toward the watchful security guard.
    â€œFrom the looks of you, you must be the one trying to help him at the scene of the accident. Are you Zach, the one the attendant said he asked for on the way in?” Dr. London asked, his shrewd blue eyes studying Zachary closely as they moved down the hallway.
    Zachary nodded, his worried gaze still fixed on Wes’s pale face.
    â€œIf you’re going to tag along, you might as well try to be useful. Do you know anything about his medical history or family history? Medication he might be on?” Dr. London asked.

    Zachary finally lifted his head. “I know everything there is to know about him.”
    â€œGood, then start talking,” the doctor ordered as they rolled Wes’s unconscious body onto the elevator.
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    Madison and Gordon were met at the entrance of Parkland Hospital by a middle-aged ash-blonde with a trim figure and gentle blue eyes who identified herself as Ann Crane, director of public relations. All Madison wanted to know was Wes’s condition.
    â€œHe’s still in surgery. His doctor will speak with you as soon as he’s finished,” Ann said, leading them gently but firmly toward the bank of elevators. “If you’ll follow me, we have a room ready where you can wait undisturbed.”
    â€œThank you,” Gordon said, his arm around Madison’s shoulders. He’d never seen her so shaken.
    The ride to the fifth floor was completed in silence. Stepping off, the woman led them down the wide hallway. “This is one of our conference rooms.” Opening the door, she stepped back for them to enter. “There’s coffee, tea, and soft drinks, if you’d care for them.”
    Madison lifted anguish-filled eyes to Ann. “When they brought him in, was he conscious? In pain?”
    â€œI’m afraid I don’t know the answers to your questions, Ms. Reed,” Ann Crane offered apologetically. “By the time it was discovered who your husband was, he was already in surgery. I can tell you that Parkland Hospital specializes in trauma, and the best trauma surgeon was on duty when your husband was brought in.”
    All Madison could think of was that sometimes even the best wasn’t good enough. She knew that better than anyone.
    â€œIs there anyone else you’d like me to notify?” Ann asked. She and Gordon traded worried glances when Madison didn’t respond.
    â€œMadison, Ms. Crane asked if there was anyone else you’d like her to call,” Gordon said gently. “His parents?”
    Madison closed her eyes. She hadn’t thought of them. They’d be devastated. Wes was more than an only child. They worshiped him, especially his mother. How was Madison going to tell them?
    â€œMadison,” Gordon said, “I can call them if you’d like.”

    Only for a moment did she consider letting him make what was sure to be a painful call. “No, I’ll do it.”
    â€œThere’s a phone on the credenza. Just dial nine for an outside line.” The spokeswoman pointed to a beautiful carved walnut piece against the back wall. “My card is next to it in case you need to call me. We’ll probably be getting quite a few inquiries about Mr. Reed. His condition will be given out as unknown until we have further information. The surgical floor and waiting room are on the floor below us. No one but top-level staff knows