Nolan and I devour the cookies while watching several of his favorite shows, and just as I’m about to grab us both a drink, my phone finally rings.
I lunge for it, hoping and praying that it’s either Mia or Ben, but it isn’t. Luke’s name flashes on my screen, and I hit ignore with my middle finger before turning it up in front of my phone as if he can see it.
He is the last person I want to talk to.
He calls again, and again, and each time I hit ignore with an irritated grunt. Until I realize, like a complete dumbass, that I need to talk to Luke. Because talking to Luke means getting through to Ben.
“Shit.” I frantically hit redial and stand from the couch, walking around the back of it.
Nolan giggles at my choice word before turning back to his cartoon.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Finally!” Luke barks into my ear. I open my mouth to cut him down to size, and to remind him that we’re not together, so I don’t have to answer his calls, when his voice halts me. “Ben’s been shot, Tessa. They’re taking him to St. Joseph’s hospital.”
His words are like a kick to my diaphragm. I feel the air leave my lungs, and I don’t register anything else coming through the phone. It’s all white noise. Background gibberish from a guy that I don’t really want to talk to anyway. The bones in my hand ache as I grip the phone tighter and stare at the back of Nolan’s head.
Ben’s been shot. Nolan. Mia. I somehow manage to take in a breath and find my voice.
“I’m on my way. I’ll meet you there.”
I hit end and run down the hall toward my bedroom, dialing Mia’s number. I’m not even surprised at this point when it goes to voicemail. I try to keep my voice as calm as I can for her.
“Mia, Ben’s been shot. He’s been fucking shot. I don’t know anything except that they’re taking him to St. Joseph’s hospital. Please call me. Please.”
I hang up and grab my keys before sprinting back into the living room. “Nolan, come on. We gotta go.”
He continues jumping on the couch. “I wanna watch dis.” I grab him and feel his body tense in protest. “Noooo!” He flails in my arms, but I just hold him tighter as we head out to my car.
“Stop it, Nolan. We need to go see Daddy.”
He immediately stops fighting me, and I immediately regret telling him where we are going. If something were to happen to Ben and Nolan doesn’t get to see him, I’m not sure how I will handle that. Not only for him, but for me as well. And Mia. God, no. I can’t think about that. Nothing was going to happen to him.
I fight back my tears and buckle Nolan in before peeling away from the house.
St. Joseph’s hospital is thirty-five minutes away, but I get there in a little under twenty. I wanted to call my parents, but I couldn’t inform them of Ben’s situation with Nolan and his sonic hearing listening in, so I resorted to a text message. I knew I’d get an earful once they saw that this was the way I’d decided to fill them in, but it was my only option at the moment.
I manage to keep myself calm when I collect Nolan from the car and carry him into the hospital. But once the lady at the reception desk tells me Ben’s room number, I sprint toward the elevators.
I don’t know what condition I will find him in. He could be unconscious. Unrecognizable. Dead. I have no idea. I don’t know the extent of his injuries, and I am willing to risk Nolan seeing his father in whatever state he is in, because I need to see him.
Once the elevator stops on my floor, I clutch Nolan against my side as I maneuver between the people in the hallway.
319. 319.
I’m scanning for Ben’s room number as I pass every doorway. Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, I pass room 317 and know his room is next. I stop just before reaching his door, my heart pumping so loud it’s causing tremors in my field of vision. I let out an unsteady breath and shift Nolan on my hip before filling the doorway.
I’m prepared for blood.
I’m prepared for the annoying constant beeping of machines and the sight of my brother bandaged up.
But this? I’m not prepared for this. Not after the multitude of emotions I’ve felt today.
My heart thunders in my chest at the sight of Ben, sitting up in bed while a nurse tends to his shoulder. He looks completely unharmed except for the deep gash that the nurse is stitching up. Luke is sitting next to him in a chair beside the bed, and as I step into the room, both pairs of eyes fixate on me.
“Daddy!” Nolan scrambles out of my arms and runs over to the bed, climbing up on it.
“What the hell is this?” I gesture with my hand toward my brother, getting a bewildered expression in return. “I thought you’d be dying. Or at least severely injured.” I snap my head toward Luke who leans back in his chair in response to the anger behind my glare. “Jesus Christ, Luke. You think you could’ve mentioned that Ben was only suffering from a flesh wound! Do you have any idea how scared I was! How scared I’ve probably made Mia!”
“Where is Mia?” Ben asks, but his question goes unanswered when I continue contemplating how I’d like to inflict pain on the
