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Keith got to the hospital with Zach and Jason five minutes behind him. Dr. Santiago greeted them at the ER door and took the three of them into a side room off the waiting and triage areas.
“Which one of you is Mr. Anderson?”
Keith spoke up. “I’m Mr. Anderson. I’m Bobby’s fiancé. What does he need?”
“He was in a car accident with his parents. He has a head wound that required stitches, and he has a concussion. He blacked out. I’m sorry, but both of his parents are dead. Bobby’s fiancé did you say?”
“Yes, he’s my fiancé, talk to me.” Keith showed his annoyance while he mulled over the implications of what the doctor said in his mind. Bobby’s parents are dead. My baby has no one but me, and I’ve been a bastard. He has to let me help him.
“Then I can speak to you. He has a concu
