“Mom? Mom it’s Brett, Yvette’s been shot.” Brett paced frantically inside of the reception area at the ER as he waited on news about his wife’s condition. Doctors, nurses and other medical staff flooded the large hallway running from one patient’s room to the next. The flurry of activity did very little to calm Brett’s frazzled nerves as he tried to keep his mind off of the worst possible outcomes.
“Oh my God Brett, is
she ok?”
“I don’t know, no one’s telling me anything and it’s been
hours! Look, I’m calling because I need you to take the twins. Scott’s with
them now but I know he’d much rather be here for Yvette and I don’t want him
to…”
