The Crush Part 22

"Not on Wick."

The gurney had been rolled inside the elevator. She motioned the emergency team to take it up. "I'll be right there." The elevator doors closed. She turned back to Wesley.

"He's in shock and he could die. Soon. Do you understand?"

"Dr. Sugar man is on his way. He'll be here in five minutes."

"Sorry, haven't got it to spare, Detective. Besides, I'm a better surgeon than Sugarman and have more trauma experience.

A patient needs me, and I'll be d.a.m.ned before I'll let you stop me from saving his life."

She held his stare for ten seconds before turning away and rushing toward the elevator that had been sent back down for her.

"The girls are all right? You're sure?"

"Oren, you asked me that ten minutes ago. I called the house. They're fine."

He took Grace's hand and rubbed the back of it.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." She slipped her arm across his shoulders.

"The policewoman you sent over was cooking breakfast for them. Another officer is watching the house. They're fine." She ma.s.saged his neck. "I'm not so sure about you."

"I'm okay." He pushed himself off the waiting-room sofa. "What could be taking so long? He's been in surgery for hours."

"That could be a good sign."

"But what--"

"Are you Detective Wesley?"

He spun around. A nurse in green scrubs approached.

"Dr. Newton sent me to tell you that she would be out in a few minutes. She asked you to wait."

"What about Wick? The patient? What about him?"

"Dr. Newton will be out soon."

She turned and went back through the double doors.

Grace reached for Oren and pulled him back down beside

her. He covered his face with his hands. "He's dead or she would have told us something."

"She didn't tell us anything because that's not her job."

"He's dead. I know it."

"He's as strong as an ox, Oren."

"It's Joe all over again."

"No it's not."

"The only difference is that when I found Joe he was already dead."

"It's not Joe. It's not the same."

"I wasn't there for Joe, and I wasn't there for Wick."

'You weren't responsible for what happened to either of them."

"If Wick's dead--"

"He isn't."

"If he is, Grace, I'll have let Joe down. He would've expected me to take care of his brother. Watch over him. Protect him from something like this."

"Oren, stop it! Don't do this to yourself. You can't take the blame for this." "I am to blame. Weren't for me, Wick would still be in Galveston. Safe. Not dying on that f.u.c.king motel-room floor." His voice cracked with emotion. "He asked me if that place was the best the police department could do. I told him to stop his bellyaching, that he'd slept in worse, and that it was several rungs up from that dump he'd been living in. Jesus, Grace, I can't take this. I swear I can't." 'Wick is not dead." "How do you know?" She smiled at him gently. "Because he's too ornery to die." He wanted to believe it, but Grace was a professional counselor. That was what she did all day, every day. She earned her living from knowing good things to say in bad situations. But even if they were plat.i.tudes, he was glad she was here beside him, saying the things he wanted and needed to hear. It was another twelve minutes before Dr. Newton came through the double doors. The sight of her wasn't encouraging. She looked like a battle-scarred soldier who'd lost the battle. She had pulled on a lab coat, but it didn't hide the bloodstained tunic of her scrubs. Strands of hair damp with sweat trailed from beneath her cap. Her eyes were ringed with dark circles, and she looked like she could stand a hot meal or two. She didn't prolong their suspense. As she approached, she said, "He survived the surgery." Oren expelled a deep breath and hugged Grace tightly. She pressed her face into his chest and whispered a prayer of thanksgiving. They held each other that way for several moments. He finally released Grace and wiped his eyes. Grace extended her hand to the surgeon. "I'm Grace Wesley." "Rennie Newton." "Thank you, Dr. Newton." After the two women shook hands, Dr. Newton handed Oren a plastic bag containing a b.l.o.o.d.y Phillips screwdriver. "I'm the only one who touched it." Then she pushed her hands into the pockets of her lab coat and went straight to business. "The wound was deep. The solid part of his right kidney was penetrated. The organ was repaired and should heal without any adverse effect to his renal system. "He also suffered some muscle damage. I called in our orthopedic specialist. He did an outstanding job of repairing the muscle. He'll be available for consultation later today if you wish." "He lost a lot of blood," Oren said. She nodded. "Once I found the main source of the bleeding--a severed artery--I was able to direct the blood flow back to the kidney. Fortunately we got to him when we did. Otherwise, he might have lost the organ or died of exsanguination." If they'd waited on Sugarman he might not have survived. That was what she was telling him. Oren asked when they could see him. "Right now, if you like. Come with me." She turned and they followed. Grace must have sensed the underlying animosity between them. She gave him a quizzical look and mouthed, "What's going on?" He shook his head. Later he would explain to her the intricacies of the situation. Once he did she would understand why his conversation with the doctor was polite but stilted. She led them through two sets of automatic sliding doors into the surgical ICU. "He's still under heavy anesthesia, and I should warn you that he doesn't look very good. Something happened to his face." "He fell on it." Dr. Newton stopped and looked back at him, her eyes wide, revealing more feeling then she'd shown thus far. "He was attacked from behind," he explained. "Apparently when his a.s.sailant let go of him, Wick collapsed and landed hard on the floor facedown. That's how the paramedics found him." He was too ashamed to tell them that he was responsible for busting open Wick's chin.

"The orthopedist X-rayed his face," she said. "His cheekbone wasn't broken, but he's . . . well, you'll see." She motioned them into one of the units. Grace, who was braver than he, went directly to the bed, took one look at Wick, and began to cry. Oren hung back, but he could see well enough. His first reaction was to curse beneath his breath. Wick lay on his left side, propped up in that position by a body pillow. The right side of his face, the one visible, was so badly swollen and bruised that he was hardly recognizable. Both eyes were closed but he couldn't have opened his right one if he had wanted to--it was that swollen. A breathing tube was taped to his lips. The cut on his chin seemed inconsequential compared to the other injuries, but that was the one that caused Oren to grimace. "We're giving him antibiotics through his IV to prevent infection, although there's nothing to indicate that the bowel was punctured, which would have complicated his condition considerably," Dr. Newton explained in a voice that sounded mechanical and detached again. "He has a catheter. There was blood in his urine initially, but it's cleared."

'That's a good sign, right?" Grace asked.

"Definitely. His heart is strong, pulse steady. We're keeping a tight check on his blood pressure. We'll be taking him off the respirator as soon as he regains consciousness.

Naturally he'll be sedated for pain. His good physical condition helped him survive and it will help him recover.

He'll remain in ICU for several days, and I'll continue to watch him closely, but his prognosis is good."

The three stood and stared at him in silence for a couple more minutes, then Dr. Newton motioned them out.

"Is there someone who should be notified? Does he have a

family? We didn't know if there were someone we should call."

"Wick isn't married," Grace said, answering before he could. "He has no family."

Dr. Newton's hands disappeared once again into the pockets of her lab coat, delving deep, as though she were trying to push her fists through the bottom seams. "I see."

"Is there anything we can do for him?"

She gave Grace a wan smile. "Presently, no. Once he's released, he'll need someone with him for at least a week.

He'll require a lot of bed rest. Until then, our capable nursing staff will take good care of him. By late tomorrow I'll allow him to have visitors, but only on a limited basis."

Oren said, "Unfortunately, Dr. Newton, can't allow him to have visitors. He was the victim of a crime. He's also a key witness."

"To what?"

"Murder."

Chapter 16.

A.

young woman was in the room with Wick when he was attacked," Wesley said. "She was dead at the scene."

Rennie schooled her features not to show any reaction.

It wasn't easy. Mistrusting her voice, she only nodded.

"The CSU is going over the room now. The motel

housekeeper, who'd been a nuisance until this morning, saved his life. She came into Wick's room with her pa.s.skey.

If she hadn't interrupted when she did, he would have died too."

"Did she see who did it?"

He shook his head. "The bathroom window was left open. We figure he climbed out just ahead of her coming in. She had knocked first. He was scared off."

"So she can't give you a description."

"Unfortunately, no. And motel rooms are h.e.l.l to gather evidence from because hundreds of people come and go through them."

"Footprints outside the window?"

"Blacktopped alley. So far, we have no clues. But hopefully our techs we'll find something useful."

"What about that?" she asked, pointing to the bagged screwdriver.

"We'll get what we can from it."

Rennie wanted to ask him if he had any suspects in mind but was afraid of what his answer would be.

"As soon as Wick wakes up, I'll need to question him, find out what he knows," he said.

"I understand, but keep in mind that he fought for his life last night. He'll need rest. I don't want my patient to be agitated."

"I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize Wick's recovery,"

he said irritably.

"I'll trust you not to. Now, I must excuse myself. I have another operation scheduled in half an hour."

"But you look exhausted," Grace exclaimed.

"I just need some breakfast." She smiled at Grace Wesley, whom she had liked instantly, then turned back to the detective. "Obviously you and Mr. Threadgill are more than professional a.s.sociates."

"Friends. Virtually family."

'Then I'll leave word with the ICU nurses that if you call they're free to give you an update on his condition."

"I would appreciate that consideration. Thank you."

"You're welcome."