Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(92)

Nick and Deacon pushed their way through. Seeing fresh blood, Kim arrowed her microphone and her camera at Nick.

“Did Simon collapse at the news of William Scotsman’s death?”

Nick’s gold eyes widened as he advanced on the reporter. “What did you say?”

“William Scotsman, otherwise known as Snake, was found dead at the Santa Monica Pier this morning. He’d washed up with the afternoon tide. It’s unclear if it was a suicide or accidental.”

At Nick’s horrified face, Kim’s gleeful eyes lost a little of their sparkle.

Deacon pushed Nick through the throng of reporters and gawkers. Lila hooked her arm through Nick’s and they powered their way to the back of the waiting room.

Security muscled into the room and shouts of first amendment rights were drowned out by the swift and precise orders of very large orderlies and three officers.

Margo was jostled into a hallway and an eerie silence fell around her. People were rushing around a glassed-in room. She couldn’t stop herself from walking toward it.

Somehow she knew it was him.

Three men in lab coats and a woman with red hair and surgical scrubs surrounded Simon. His concert clothes had been removed and the cotton johnny coat sagged around his shoulders.

The redheaded doctor was shouting, but Margo couldn’t hear her above the white noise filling her head. The woman jerked the gurney away from the wall and shoved at one of the men in the lab coats.

Two nurses and the doctor in scrubs wheeled him into the hallway and Margo finally snapped out of it.

“Move!” The redheaded doctor’s blue eyes blazed.

“Please, he’s my…” Margo swallowed. What was he to her?

Just hers.

Mine.

He was so pale and that tube down his throat made her ache. She reached over the side railing and ghosted her fingers through his dark hair.

“We have to go, Miss.”

Margo blew out a breath. “You take care of him.”

The doctor nodded. “I’m the best.”

Then they were gone and the elevator doors closed after him.