Colters' Woman (Colters' Legacy #1)(62)

“I let you both down,” Adam said. “I should have never left either of you. But we can’t think of that right now.”

Ethan put a hand on Ryan’s uninjured shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m pissed,” Ryan said angrily. “I let that bastard get the drop on me.”

“What did the doc say about your shoulder?” Adam said, pushing the subject firmly back to Ryan.

Ryan closed his eyes again and sank further into the pillow. “Says I’ll be fine. Gave me two pints of blood, patched up the wound. Wants me to stay a day or two, but overall, he said I was one lucky bastard.”

He cracked one eye to stare at Adam. “How did you find her? What happened? You haven’t told me anything.”

“We can talk about it later,” Adam said. He was sure he didn’t need to rile Ryan up any more than he already was.

“Don’t coddle me,” Ryan said fiercely. “Tell me what the f**k happened out there.”

“If you don’t calm down, you’re going to get us kicked out of here,” Ethan said.

They were interrupted when the door eased open, and a nurse stuck her head in. “Mr. Colter? Mrs. Bardwell is out of surgery. I thought you’d want to know. She’s in recovery, but the doctor will be down in a few minutes to talk to you.”

“When can we see her?” Adam demanded.

“You’ll have to ask the doctor. He knows you’re here. He won’t be long.”

Adam sighed in frustration. “Do you at least know how she’s doing?”

The nurse smiled kindly. “She made it through surgery fine.”

His stomach dropped, and for a moment, he thought he might be sick. Relief poured over him so heavy, he had to find a place to sit down quick or he was going to fall.

He sank into the chair situated by Ryan’s bed and dropped his head into his hands.

“Thank God,” he heard Ethan whisper.

Adam hadn’t realized just how frightened he was. Not until now. His breath came in sporadic fits as he struggled to calm his raging emotions. He clenched his fingers into fists then curled them outward again.

Several minutes passed and the brothers sat in silence. Then the door opened and an older man wearing green scrubs walked in. He glanced between the brothers and adjusted his glasses.

“You’re here for Mrs. Bardwell?”

“Don’t call her that,” Ryan growled. “Her name is Holly.”

The doctor blinked in surprise. “I take that as a yes.”

Adam surged to his feet and stuck out his hand. “Adam Colter. And yes, we’re here for Holly. How is she?”

The physician shook Adam’s hand. “Dr. Phillips. I performed surgery on Mrs…Holly,” he corrected.

“Is she okay?” Ethan asked anxiously.

“She’s doing well considering the condition she arrived in. She lost quite a large amount of blood. She suffered a compound fracture of her left radius. She also suffered a six-inch laceration to her left shoulder as well as a severe knife wound to her chest. I repaired some of the damaged tissue and stitched the cut. Luckily the blade missed all her major organs. Two centimeters more to the right and it would have sliced her lung.”

Adam sat back down heavily. “When can we see her?”

“She’s in recovery. We’ll be moving her to a step down unit, kind of a level below ICU and a step above the floor. I want to monitor her progress for a few days. I don’t see any reason you can’t step in to see her when she’s moved from recovery.”

“You’ll let us know when she goes?” Ethan spoke up.

“I’ll have the nurse come get you,” Dr. Phillips said.

“Thank you,” Adam said. “We appreciate it.”

The doctor nodded and walked back out the door, shutting it behind him.

Adam turned to Ryan. “When are they moving you to a room?”

“Hell if I know,” Ryan grumbled. “They poked and prodded on me for damn ever.”

Adam saw the pain in Ryan’s eyes. He glanced over to Ethan to see if he noticed as well. Ethan’s lips set into a fine line.

“Have you had anything for pain, buddy?” Adam asked.

Ryan shot him a dirty look. “Fuck no. I wanted to be awake and aware until I knew Holly was safe.”

“Well you know she’s fine now, so I’m going to call the nurse so she can give you something.”

“I don’t need it,” Ryan said through his teeth.

“Ryan, you were shot. It can’t feel that great,” Ethan spoke up. “Quit being so goddamn stubborn and take the medicine.”

“You can take it willingly or I swear to God I’ll hold you down while the nurse sticks a needle in your ass,” Adam said.

“Fuck off,” Ryan snarled.

But Ryan slumped down into his bed, his eyes weary and pain-filled. Adam reached for the call button and pressed. A few minutes later, a nurse bustled in, syringe in hand.

“It’s about time you let me give you something, young man,” she said with a reprimanding stare in Ryan’s direction.

She bent over and swabbed the IV port at Ryan’s wrist and swiftly injected the pain medication. She patted Ryan on the arm. “Try and get some rest now.”