I began trembling during the ride to the hospital. Malory turned on the heater, but it didn't help. I kept seeing Killian's lifeless body and realized I had to call his mother. I dug my cell out of my pocket and dialed. She answered immediately.
"He was conscious for a short time." I started crying.
"Are you going to the hospital?" Her voice had lost the happy inflection it usually held and I sensed her panic.
"Yes."
"I've called Michael's nurse. He's on his way, but it will be a while before I can get there. Hold onto my son, Rebecca. Don't let him go."
Hold onto Killian.
"I will."
Malory remained unnaturally calm. There was no way I could have driven at this point. We arrived at the emergency room twenty minutes after we left the stadium. Pete was waiting.
"They let me ride in the ambulance. Killian's inside. They're doing an evaluation now." Pete said all this as we walked through the doors and made our way to a private waiting room.
