Someone gave Riley a pair of shorts and a shirt before leading her to the room where Kent was laying on the table, covered in blood.
“Don’t go further,” the woman warned. “You don’t have shoes on. Just stand here. I’ll ask someone to find you some shoes.”
She watched as they worked over him, packing wounds and starting an IV. A burly man was barking out orders as others rushed around.
“He needs surgery,” the man was yelling, throwing bloody gauze onto the floor. Riley felt panic welling up in her chest as the doctor cursed, blood dripping from the table onto the floor.
She felt gentle hands curl around her shoulders. “Come away,” Max whispered in her ear. “You have to let them work. He’s going to need surgery. You can’t follow him there.”
“No,” she said forcefully, shrugging his hand
