Destined (The Rangers of Ridge County #1)

Chapter Fifty-Eight

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

MILLIE

E mmett and I pushed through the doors of the critical care waiting room, coming face to face with a hysterical Rory.

When she noticed us, she was on her feet and storming over. I was afraid the Ranger family would blame me for what happened to Greer, and I couldn’t fault them if they did. The weight of all that occurred in the past few hours sat heavy on my chest making it hard to catch my breath.

Rory wrapped me tightly in her arms and didn’t let go—our sobs synchronizing.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said in between sobs, holding on tight. Which only made me cry harder.

She reluctantly let go, and Abigail swiftly took her place. Her motherly embrace served to soothe my weary soul.

With one final squeeze, she stepped back in time for me to catch Rory punching Emmett in the arm.

“Have you heard of a phone before?” she snipped, glaring up at him. “You couldn’t call with an update on Millie? We were here worried the worst had happened!”

Emmett pulled her in for a hug as she started crying again.

“Glad you’re alright,” Greyson said as he walked up.

He nodded to Emmett before escorting Rory and Abigail back to their seats.

A large tattooed man sitting in the corner of the room stood, catching my attention. Not for how massive he was but because of his blood stained clothes. I unconsciously took a step toward Emmett as the man approached.

The stranger opened his mouth to speak, but the intercom cut him off—the loud sound making me flinch.

Ranger Family to Consultation Room A.

Emmett took my hand as his family hurried to the appropriate door. Mountain man bringing up the rear.

Once we were inside, Emmett leaned down—his lips brushing the shell of my ear—and whispered, “I saw that. Don’t think I forgot about getting you checked out.”

I scowled in response, and he smirked before kissing my temple. Though his face blanked when the door opposite the one we came in opened, a middle aged man in surgical scrubs stepped into the room.

“My name is Dr. Cho. I’m Ms. Ranger’s trauma surgeon. I appreciate your patience while my team and I worked to stabilize her. She lost a lot of blood before she made it to our facility, and they had to resuscitate her twice en route?—”

Abigail crumpled, and Greyson wrapped his arms tightly around her—holding her up.

“But she’s alive. Right?” Rory asked, tears streaming down her face.

“We were able to locate and stop the bleeding, and she is improving,” Dr. Cho stated, and everyone in the room released a sigh of relief.

“When can we see her?” Abigail asked between sniffles.

“I’ll confirm with the nursing staff, but she should be ready for visitors within the hour,” Dr. Cho said. “Though, we only allow one visitor at a time,” he added, eyeballing our group.

After we expressed our thanks and gratitude, Dr. Cho stepped out. It was decided Abigail would go back first followed by Rory.

“I’m taking Millie to get checked out downstairs, then we’ll be back,” Emmett announced much to my dismay. And when I opened my mouth to argue, his kiss left me dazed. So much so, when he tugged me toward the door, I didn’t object.