Hospitals all smelled the same. The smell of sickness and death carefully masked with disinfectant. While it might have lacked the smell of dog and cat Emily was used to, it wasn’t all that different when she walked through the sliding doors. Her hands were shaking and her mind was racing when she approached the nurse’s station.
“My name is Emily Ketch…Emily Mathers. My father was brought in a little while ago. Mac Ketchum.”
The nurse, with a round face and a two-dollar haircut, looked from Emily, who had managed to pull on clothes that hadn’t been torn off her body, to Kyle, who looked every inch the biker boy. The nurse’s lips formed into a line so tight the lips went pale beneath her professional lipstick. “Are you family?”
“Didn’t she just say that she was his daughter?” Kyle demand
