Seline's gaze searched hers. "What happened out there? I thought you were only following a teenager?"
"We were. The people he met with weren't all that happy about our presence. There were at least five of them. We're lucky to be alive." Lucky the woman had run, rather than attacking a final time.
A doctor wearing blue surgical scrubs came into the waiting room. Seline spun around. His gaze briefly met Shirley's, and her stomach clenched. The operation hadn't gone well— she could see it in his eyes.
"We've removed the bullet from his stomach, but the knife punctured his lung. He made it out of surgery okay, but the next twenty-four hours are vital."
Meaning there'd been complications, Shirley thought, and rubbed her arms.
Seline went white. Shirley gently cupped the older woman's elbow, ready to catch her should she faint.
Seline didn't seem to notice. "But he'll be all right, won't he?"
