Kevin had gotten the info he needed and rushed for the room, nearly colliding with a doctor as he made his way pell mell to where Marcia had said Rachel was located. Once he got to the partially closed door, however, he froze, suddenly overcome with fear.
How bad was she? She'd been texting so that was a good sign right? But women always understated when things were bad. What if it was really bad? He swallowed hard and pushed the door open slowly, stepping inside.
Before him lay Rachel in a condition that nearly stopped his heart: bandages on her head with cotton absorbing the blood, a sling had been made to hold her arm in place. The hospital gown showed part of what looked like a pretty nasty bruise the shape of a seatbelt across her chest.
Kevin fought tears of fear and rage as he approached the bed.
"Rach, hey Sweetheart. I'm here." he said gently, gingerly caressing her cheek with a hand. He was afraid to touch her she so looked so fragile. She was clearly drugged as she looked at him with hazy eyes.