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Minutes seemed like hours as Trent sat in the waiting room, praying that Bree would be all right, that he'd get an update soon, that her parents, who were on their way now, would arrive safe and sound. He'd had to tell them what had happened, even though it was difficult to articulate. It would take them hours to make the drive. With any luck, Bree would be just fine by the time they arrived.
It had only been about an hour since he'd moved to the waiting room, but it felt like days. The same nurse who had brought him here was headed toward him. Trent stood, wringing his hands as he tried to read her expression. She smiled as she approached, resting her hand on his arm. "She's going to be okay. The doctors reached her in time. They were able to identify the chemical that had been injected and confirmed that with security who took a woman into custody who had a vial on her containing one of the drugs they suspected might be responsible for Bree's reaction. Since they've been able to identify what was happening in her body, they were able to stop it and are working to correct the damage now."
That sounded like good news, but Trent wasn't sure it was all as positive as she was making it sound. "What damage?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.
The nurse took a deep breath. "The chemical caused some reactions within her bloodstream, and part of it did reach her heart. One chamber of her heart sustained a bit of damage, but they didn't have to open her up. They've administered a drug that should take the strain off of her heart and allow it to heal. She's resting now, and the doctors want to keep her that way for a day or two so that she doesn't have any unnecessary stress on her organs. She'll be transferred to ICU as soon as they're done stabilizing her, which should be a matter of moments. The police are in contact with the doctors, and they will be sure to post an officer outside of the door at all times. They're certain they have the right woman in custody, but they want to take extra precautions in case she was working with someone else."
Trent tried to take all of that in. While he didn't think there would be any more of a threat to Bree as long as they kept Cat in custody this time, he wasn't at all opposed to them placing security outside of her door. "When will I be able to see her?"
With a small smile that told him she felt sorry for him, she said, "You can see her as soon as they get her moved to ICU, but she will be unconscious for at least the next two days as the doctors keep her in a coma so that they can be sure that her heart is repaired completely."
He understood that. He just wanted to see her. "All right. Thank you."
"Certainly. Is there anything I can get you in the meantime?"
"No, I'm okay. Her parents are on their way here."
"Good. She'll be happy to see them when she wakes up. Is there anyone else I can call?"
Trent shook his head. He'd make any phone calls that needed to be made, as soon as he had a chance to see Bree. "No, thanks."
"All right. I'll be back to get you once she's moved to her new room." She patted his arm again, and Trent stumbled back to his chair before melting into it.
This all seemed like a horrible nightmare, and it just kept getting worse. As if the fire wasn't bad enough, then the surgery on her hand, and now.... Cat needed to be locked up for a very long time.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
At least they'd taken her into custody. With any luck, she would spend the rest of her life in prison. If Trent ever saw her again, he might just kill the bitch himself.
The approach of footsteps had him looking up again, hoping it was the nurse. But it wasn't. It was two police officers. He was certain they'd want to ask him questions about what he saw and whether or not it could've been Cat. He was sure now that it was, and he'd do whatever it took to get her thrown in the slammer forever.