“Has he been ill? Complained of chest pains?” Susan asked.

“No … uh … oh, actually yes. He’s told me a few times the past few months he didn’t feel well, but nothing serious. He said he got blood work a while ago.”

“Did he make you aware of his results?” Candy asked.

“No,” I said.

The nurses traded glances.

“Do you know which doctor he saw?” Susan asked.

“I don’t,” I said, suddenly feeling completely inadequate for someone so close to him.

“It’s okay, we can figure it out,” Susan said. “We’re going to do another full panel anyway. Is there a next of kin we can call?”

“Um … his uh … his mother called him this morning. That’s why I tried to wake him. She’ll be the last incoming call on his cell.”

“Her name?”

“Um…” I thought for a moment, feeling next to tears. “Her name is … her name is Jenn.”

“Lund?”

“I don’t think so. She was his foster mom.”

The nurse eyed me. “We’ll need that number off of his phone, and we’ll need you to step out.”

“I said be careful!” Trex yelled from the hall.

I pushed out the exam room door to see Trex following a gurney into the room next door.

“Trex?” I said, stopping when I saw his little sister Hailey crying and bleeding from her head, soaking parts of her long, beautiful blonde hair. “What happened?”

“Car accident. What are you doing here?” he asked, red faced. “You’re supposed to be at the hotel.”

I pointed to the wall. “Zeke is next door.”

“Zeke? Is he okay?”

I shook my head, feeling tears burn my eyes. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t wake up this morning.”

Trex looked behind me then hugged me. “I’ll get one of the guys to get Darby.”

“No, I’ll go,” I said, grateful for something to do. “Give me your keys. I rode here in the ambulance.”

“Nomes…”

“I can’t do anything for him right now anyway. They’re running tests.”

“You sure?”

I nodded, looking at Hailey. “They kicked me out because I’m just the girlfriend who is embarrassingly ignorant of his personal details. I’ll go now to get Darby. Keep an eye on Zeke for me.”

Trex nodded, and I left Trex and Hailey for Zeke’s room. Candy stopped me. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You’ll have to go to the waiting area.”

“I have to go pick up a friend. Let me tell him.”

Candy stepped aside, watching me closely as I leaned in as close as I could. In the ten minutes since we’d arrived, his blood had been drawn, he was hooked up to IV tubes, oxygen, and he looked completely vulnerable.