He's Fine, But...
That night, Lucy and her father waited in the waiting room outside of the ICU. Annie, Lucy's mom, had come and dropped off dinner and stayed while Eric went home and got stuff for him and Lucy to wear and freshen up with. Now she had gone home, and Lucy and Eric were left alone to wait for news of Kevin's surgery. At about one in the morning, two doctors came out to talk to them.
"I'm Dr. Haldemand, Dr. Miller's resident. Kevin is in the ICU room now, and we were able to remove the bullet successfully. There was no damage to the bone, and the wound should heal soon." He turned to the other doctor who had come in with him.
"We ran some tests, and it showed that there was no brain damage, but Kevin's wound could be infected. This could be managed simply by going in with a tube, and irrigating it, or stitching it up again, and hoping. The second option carries less risks than the first, but until the tests come back, we don't have to worry about that. Kevin is conscious now, but we want to keep him in the ICU for a week or so, to monitor him."
"But he'll be alright?" Lucy asked, a lump in her throat.
"Probably, but we don't know until the results come back. I'm sorry Ms. Kinkirk. I'll see Kevin in the morning." Dr. Keary said. He looked sympathetically at Lucy and left. The other doctor left with him.
Lucy turned to her father. "An infection? What could that mean? Oh Dad, I'm scared."
Her father embraced her. "Let's not worry until we have the results. Or not worry at all." His daughter nodded.
Who Shot Roxanne and Kevin?
The next day, Roxanne was ready for visitors. Her first visitor besides Chandler, was Eric.
"How are you?" Eric asked her.
"Fine. How's Kinkirk?"
"His neck wound is fine. He has no brain damage, but his head was punctured by a rock slightly, and the wound may be infected. We find out the results today. You're okay though?"
"Wait, Kinkirk, he is okay, right?"
"For now."
Just then Sgt. Michaels came in. He had a worried yet apologetic look on his face.
"Roxanne. Eric. How are you, Richardson?"
"Okay."
"I talked to Annie about Kevin. I wanted to talk to you, Eric. We think we've found a suspect." He said, taking Eric into the corner.
"Hey, I heard that! Fill me in too! I was the one shot here!"
"You sure, Roxanne?" both the cop and minister asked. Roxanne nodded.
"Okay." Sgt. Michaels said as he closed the door and walked over to Roxanne with Eric. "Eric, we believe one James Moon was the shooter." He held up a picture to Eric.
"Oh God. Is that Jimmy Moon?"
That night, Lucy and her father waited in the waiting room outside of the ICU. Annie, Lucy's mom, had come and dropped off dinner and stayed while Eric went home and got stuff for him and Lucy to wear and freshen up with. Now she had gone home, and Lucy and Eric were left alone to wait for news of Kevin's surgery. At about one in the morning, two doctors came out to talk to them.
"I'm Dr. Haldemand, Dr. Miller's resident. Kevin is in the ICU room now, and we were able to remove the bullet successfully. There was no damage to the bone, and the wound should heal soon." He turned to the other doctor who had come in with him.
"We ran some tests, and it showed that there was no brain damage, but Kevin's wound could be infected. This could be managed simply by going in with a tube, and irrigating it, or stitching it up again, and hoping. The second option carries less risks than the first, but until the tests come back, we don't have to worry about that. Kevin is conscious now, but we want to keep him in the ICU for a week or so, to monitor him."
"But he'll be alright?" Lucy asked, a lump in her throat.
"Probably, but we don't know until the results come back. I'm sorry Ms. Kinkirk. I'll see Kevin in the morning." Dr. Keary said. He looked sympathetically at Lucy and left. The other doctor left with him.
Lucy turned to her father. "An infection? What could that mean? Oh Dad, I'm scared."
Her father embraced her. "Let's not worry until we have the results. Or not worry at all." His daughter nodded.
Who Shot Roxanne and Kevin?
The next day, Roxanne was ready for visitors. Her first visitor besides Chandler, was Eric.
"How are you?" Eric asked her.
"Fine. How's Kinkirk?"
"His neck wound is fine. He has no brain damage, but his head was punctured by a rock slightly, and the wound may be infected. We find out the results today. You're okay though?"
"Wait, Kinkirk, he is okay, right?"
"For now."
Just then Sgt. Michaels came in. He had a worried yet apologetic look on his face.
"Roxanne. Eric. How are you, Richardson?"
"Okay."
"I talked to Annie about Kevin. I wanted to talk to you, Eric. We think we've found a suspect." He said, taking Eric into the corner.
"Hey, I heard that! Fill me in too! I was the one shot here!"
"You sure, Roxanne?" both the cop and minister asked. Roxanne nodded.
"Okay." Sgt. Michaels said as he closed the door and walked over to Roxanne with Eric. "Eric, we believe one James Moon was the shooter." He held up a picture to Eric.
"Oh God. Is that Jimmy Moon?"