Injured Part 5
Lisa Wilson email@example.com
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He's alone and looking in almost as bad a shape was when I first saw him. Head down, he's staring at hands tightly clasped in his lap. Someone's been working on him, though, the lacerations on his face have been cleaned and bandaged and those hands aren't bloody anymore. He doesn't even notice when I walk over and stand in front of him.
A quick glance up and he doesn't even recognize me for a second or so. Not too surprising. But then he's on his feet so fast that I have to step back. Reaching out, he catches my hands.
"Please . . how is she?"
His face is very expressive and shows the torment he is in quite clearly. The lines on the sides of his mouth are deeply etched, but his eyes are alive now, searching my face for the answer that he seems to desperately need..
"Let's sit down, OK?"
He's still holding my hands in a grip that is becoming uncomfortably tight but at least we're sitting now.
"She's alive, Mr. Seaborn..."
"Sam. My name is Sam."
"All right. Sam. She's alive and up in surgery now. She's lost a lot of blood and there appears to be some damage to her left kidney."
I know. It isn't my place to tell him anything. But he is the only one here for her and I'm the only one who knows something _and_ has the time and inclination to relate it to him. Protocol has it's time and place, just not here and now.