Thinking

Relieved to have someone there who knows what they’re doing, Carson steps back, finally willing to let the others do their work.

Receiving instructions and questions from Dr. Fuller, Carson rubs his head, trying to think straight. He was getting woozy himself, from a loss of blood.

“Um…yeah, yeah, she was taking Advil pretty heavily. She, um…her moods were…I don’t know…” He gives a frustrated sigh that he can’t think. “She was fine, a little edgy I guess maybe. And yeah, stress was bad. Look, that’s all I know, just take care of her, will ya?”


The police cruiser pulls into the lot and Reese gets out of the back with Nate. Frankie and Morgan were in the custody of the police and being taken care of and held until they would decide what to do. For now, Reese wanted to be here to check on his niece.

He makes sure Nate is with him, and goes quickly to the doors. The sky has turned an eerie gray, signaling the early morning hour. The night had slipped away.