“Later.” She slapped the phone closed and fumed the rest of the way to the hospital. The drive took twenty minutes longer than it should have because DC was crippled by one inch of snow, let alone fourteen.

“Do you guys remember the back way in, Brant?” Sam asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Seeing they were getting close, Sam called Anderson. “Almost to the door you sent me to the last time.”

“On my way.”

She closed her phone. “Don’t quote me on this, but being married to the president does have its advantages.”

“Is that right?” Nick asked. “Such as?”

“First-rate transportation and security, as well as being snuck into the ER through back channels that keep me out of the limelight.”

“Anything else?” Nick asked, brow raised.

“Nothing I can say in front of the kids.”

“And the kids thank you for that,” Brant said.

“That one’s getting very sassy,” Sam said. “We need to do something about him.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Nick said.

Joking with him and Brant was better than thinking about what fresh hell awaited her in the hospital. True to his word, Anderson was there with a wheelchair. With Nick and the Secret Service accompanying them, he took them to a service elevator that the agents had to check before they’d let them board.

“We’re going straight to X-ray,” Anderson said.

“You’re going to want to do her elbow, too,” Nick said, earning him a glare from his wife.

“My elbow is fine.”

“It is absolutely not fine,” Nick said, glaring back at her.

“Now, kids, don’t bicker,” Anderson said. “We’ll take a good look at everything.”

“You will not,” Sam snapped at him.

“I’m nothing if not thorough,” Anderson said with the charming smile that did nothing for her.

The X-ray technicians were speechless when they realized who their patient was and who had accompanied her.

“Close your mouths,” Anderson said, giving them instructions about the areas he wanted X-rayed. “Right side?”

“Yes,” Sam said through gritted teeth.

“We’re going to need to get you into a gown, Mrs. Cappuano,” one of the young women said.

“I’ll help her,” Nick replied.

The three women nearly swooned when he said that.

Dear God in heaven give her patience, because Sam was about to blow.

They were led to a changing room and given one of those gowns that left the ass on full display, which would probably come in handy in this case. Nick helped her up and out of her clothes.

“You’re very good at this nursing thing.”

He kissed her pout. “I only provide these services for certain patients.”

“It really hurts,” she said, winded from the effort to stand while he helped her change.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

Nick stayed right by her side when they wheeled her into the freezing room for the X-rays.