Once a Marine. Loree Lough

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СКАЧАТЬ for the next ten minutes, the three of them stood statue-still, listening to her sketchy version of what had happened to her, nearly twelve hours earlier. Zach didn’t know whether to blame shock or painkillers for her halting speech, but he knew Libby. The rest of the story must have been truly horrible if his never-pulls-her-punches sister felt it necessary to protect the folks from the details. Not being able to talk about it was probably driving her crazy.

      “I don’t know about you two,” he told his parents, “but I’m starving.”

      As if on cue, his mom’s stomach growled, and his dad patted his back pocket. “Shoot. I left the house so fast, I forgot my wallet.”

      “It’s three in the morning, son,” his mother said. “I doubt anything is open.”

      Libby’s nurse leaned into the room. “Sorry. Couldn’t help but overhear,” she said, smiling. “Remedies Café opens in a few hours. Until then, you’ll find a bank of vending machines in the hall just outside the cafeteria.”

      “Thanks,” Zach said. Following her back into the hall, he whispered, “What do you think? Is Libs gonna be all right?”

      Bright blue reading glasses dangled from a matching ribbon around the nurse’s neck. She put them on and glanced at a printout that he guessed was a summary of what the monitors registered. “Things look normal to me.”

      “What tests did the docs do?”

      “The usual. X-rays, CT scan, MRI, some bloodwork—”

      “And what were the results?”

      “It’s too soon for that,” she said in a singsong voice that Zach translated to mean, “Don’t you worry, silly man. We’ll tell you what you need to know, when you need to know it.”

      Few things irked him more than being patronized. “I did three tours in Afghanistan. I know a serious condition when I see it, so there’s no need to put a condescending spin on things.”

      Her jaw dropped slightly, but Zach didn’t feel guilty for his brusque attitude. Hard experience had taught him that setting the right tone from the get-go would save everyone a lot of time.

      The nurse’s smile softened. “First of all, thank you for your service, Mr. Marshall. And my apologies if I came off as a pompous medical professional.” She removed her glasses and stared him straight in the eye. “Your sister took quite a beating, but from everything I’ve seen, there’s no permanent damage, and no signs of internal injury.”

      “In other words, despite how bad things look, Libs is already on the road to recovery?”

      “The doctors hate it when nurses comment on questions like that. But I’ll tell you this...” She glanced right and left then met his eyes. “She’s doing really well, physically.”

      “Were you here when the cops interviewed her?”

      “I was.”

      She hadn’t elaborated. And she’d put extra emphasis on the word physically. Did it mean...

      If he couldn’t say it in the privacy of his mind, how did he expect to ask the question out loud?

       Practice what you preach, Marshall.

      “Do you know if she was, ah, sexually assaulted?”

      “She wasn’t.”

      That was a relief.

      “A bystander screamed and interrupted your sister’s attacker.” The nurse glanced at Libby’s cubicle, and when she looked back at Zach, an admiring smile lit her face. “Witnesses said she fought like a tiger.”

      But she hadn’t fought smart. She hadn’t known how. If he’d given her a couple of pointers last time he was home on leave, like she’d asked him to...

      He cleared his throat. “I don’t suppose the cops caught the son of a—”

      “Not yet, but they have a pretty good description.” She handed Zach a business card. “This officer spent a few minutes with her before the techs took her down to X-ray. He’ll be back in the morning, but said if you have any questions, you should feel free to call, anytime.”

      Zach gave the card a quick once-over before tucking it into his shirt pocket. He followed the nurse’s gaze, now fixed on his parents, who sat side by side watching their only daughter sleep. Zach looked at them, too...his mom’s head resting on his dad’s shoulder, their fingers linked as if drawing and giving strength to one another simultaneously. It warmed his heart, yet made him feel more lonely than he’d felt in a long, long time. Must be nice, he thought, to have someone to lean on at a time like this.

      “I wish I could tell you more, Mr. Marshall, I really do.”

      Zach blinked away his self-pitying fog.

      “The doctor will make his rounds in a couple of hours. By then, he’ll have the test results, and I’m sure he can answer all your questions.”

      Zach nodded. He didn’t have to like her “keep the details on the down-low” position to understand it.

      “Thanks. And thanks for taking such good care of Libby.”

      She was asleep when he returned to her room. Zach resumed his sentry-like position in front of the monitors. Their blips and beeps kept time with his dad’s agitated pacing while his mom stood, silently shaking her head. If he didn’t get them out of here, they’d go crazy, waiting for Libby to wake up.

      He peeled a couple twenties from his wallet, turning to his parents. “If I don’t get something to eat soon, I’ll go down like a felled tree.”

      His father pocketed the money. “What can we get you while we’re downstairs?”

      “Coffee. Sandwich. Chips. Maybe a candy bar. Doesn’t matter what kind.”

      Nodding, he grasped his wife’s elbow. “Come with me,” he said, leading her toward the door. “I’m gonna need help carrying stuff.”

      Her eyes widened with disbelief. “John, you don’t really expect me to leave her alone!”

      “We’ll only be gone a few minutes. And she won’t be alone. Zach will stay with her. If her condition changes, even a little, he’ll text us.”

      Her brows drew together as she considered it.

      “He’s right, Mom. Libs will be fine.” Right hand forming the Scout’s salute, he added, “I promise to call if her eyelids so much as flutter.”

      “Come on, Ellen,” his dad called from the doorway. “Who knows when we’ll next have a chance to grab a bite to eat.”

      When she reached him, he leaned down to whisper something into her ear, something that inspired her to send Zach a sad smile.

      So. They knew Libby had been holding back, and that he aimed to get more information from her. He couldn’t predict what his sister might say when their folks left the room, but if it was bad news, he had no intention of СКАЧАТЬ