Woman

Con gives Charlotte a knowing nod. Things weren't good. But she was a trooper.

"No, I'm fine. Go take a break. I'll wait here."

Once she is gone, Con sinks down in one of the chairs, looking at Bret for several moments. "Come on, Bret... I know you can pull through." Saying another silent prayer, he just sits and waits for Charlotte to return.


Reese nods to Phinox. "Okay, that's fine. I shouldn't be too much longer here anyway. Give me about forty-five minutes."


Wyatt ambles down the hall to the infirmary, photo in hand. He didn't particularly like this, but he was just doing his job.

His hair pulled back, he peeks into the room, finding it relatively quiet. "Hey, Rick... how's the patient?"

Rick sees him, then glances to Jeff. "Better with a few new meds in him and after he threw up a few times."

Wyatt grimaces a little. "He be alright?"

"Don't know. Angel Trahern is looking into a few things."

"Hmm." Wyatt shifts his focus to the back desk and walks around the bed to Misty's space. "Hey, Cous." He ambles closer, leaning on the corner of the desk. "I, um... had a question for you. Dad's got me working on something and...."

It's evident he doesn't want to say something, but finally he just shows Misty the picture. "I took this today. Dad wants to know if you know the woman."

The picture shows Carson talking with a woman who is sitting on the hood of his car. She is slim and in her later thirties with dark hair. Though at a distance, it's obvious she's smiling at something, her hand on Carson's arm as they talk.

Wyatt looks at Misty, waiting.