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Fin was changing out of the gown and into the scrubs when the curtain was pulled back a bit and Annie slipped in. “Hey, I wanted to check on you one more time before you go.”
“I’m ok. Mostly just road rash on my leg and palms. And I twisted my knee. I’m more concerned with Nikkie Jean right now.” No one had told her anything other than that Lacy and Rafe and Allen were taking care of Nikkie Jean personally. Well, that Lacy was.
Lacy had kicked Rafe and Allen out for some reason. Probably to make the male-skittish Nikkie Jean more comfortable. But Fin needed to see for herself.
“She’s being admitted.”
“Concussion?” Annie wouldn’t be able to tell her much. But Fin had to ask.
Annie hesitated. “I’m not sure.”
“I need to go see her.” Fin bit back the fear. It wouldn’t go away until she saw the other woman for herself.
“She’s going into 403. I don’t think anyone would stop you if you went there.” Annie handed her a pair of spare tennis shoes. “I found these in my locker. They’ll be a bit big, but they’ll be better than your broken heels.”
“I...”
Annie wrapped her arms around her and hugged her. “She’ll be ok, Fin. I’ve seen her myself, and she’s just bruised, mostly. I promise.”
“She pushed me out of the way, Ann. The truck was coming right at me and she knocked me out of the way. She wouldn’t have been hurt if it wasn’t for me.”
Annie’s blue eyes filled with compassion. She knew. Understood. “You don’t know that. It was probably just an accident. And Nikkie Jean pushed you, so what? You both are going to be just fine.”
Sierra had pushed her away that night, too. Her and Margo. And told them both to run. Sierra had been bigger, stronger, a year older, more athletic.
The protector of their little trio.
Sierra had died because of it. Fin had never forgotten that.
Or forgotten what it felt like to be the one who needed protected.
She needed to see Nikkie Jean. Just to make certain her friend was going to be ok.