Hayden was being wheeled out.

He wasn’t wearing the clothes he’d come in with. Now his chest was bare. He wasn’t even sitting up. He was flat on the gurney, eyes shut My heart jumped into my throat the second I saw him.

Sure, Hayden had told me not to freak out, but yeah-easier said than done..

“Doctor, how is he?” I stepped forward, my voice wobbling..

“His injuries are severe. There’s a blood clot pressing on his brain nerves, and he’s currently in a coma.”

The doctor’s words were so perfectly measured that I couldn’t tell if Hayden was actually this hurt or if this guy was just auditioning for Best Supporting Actor in Hayden’s plan.

Cole and Wayne both frowned, but Cole went full drama mode. “A coma? Are you serious? The guy got roughed up, not hit by a truck!”