Page 148 of Worth the Fall
“Jo,” I whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure I had said anything.
“Allegra,” she wailed into the phone, making my heart fall to my stomach. “They’re calling a life-flight. H-he won’t…he’s not waking up.”
Chapter Forty-Six
The storm was still raging onas I jumped out of the taxi. I sprinted through the endless drizzle of rain pelting my face until the automatic doors slid open for me.
Despite how fast I had run, my hair was soaked and clinging to my face. My dress was sticking to my legs, and my heels were barely hanging on.
I stormed into the E.R. like a soldier on a mission.
The entire Nash family was sitting in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, devastation written on their faces.
My heels clicked loudly on the tile as I walked briskly to them. “Where is he?” I asked sharply.
Jo looked up, her eyes puffy and swollen. She looked ten years older. “Allegra.”
I folded my arms, putting up my corporate shield. “Where is he?” I demanded.
Jo burst into tears again, and I thought I was going to faint again.
Was he dead?
He couldn’t be dead.
No.
Jimmy, who was sitting beside his mother, stood with his hands raised. “He’s still alive,” he promised as if he could readmy thoughts.
I was dizzy with relief.
“He’s in surgery,” he went on. “He…” Jimmy was having a hard time getting the words out, as if he couldn’t believe all this was happening. “The horse fell on him; it broke his ribs and punctured his lung.”
I sucked in a harsh breath, not believing what I was hearing.
I had watched a horse crush my dad’s chest, and he suffocated to death on his own blood right in front of me.
That was my biggest fear when I fell for Colton.
And it had just come true.
“You should sit down,” Jimmy said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “You look like you’re gonnafaint.”
It was very possible I would.
I swallowed hard, blinking hard to fight the black dots crowding my vision. “What’d the doctors say?”
“They said they’re very hopeful,” Jimmy said confidently.
Heavy footsteps interrupted our conversation. I turned sharply to see Dennis walking toward us, holding a to-go coffee cup.
I fumed across the floor, smacked the full cup out of his hand, and shoved himhard.
I guess I’m more like my mother than I care to admit.
“How could you let him ride?” I screamed in his face.
Dennis’ face crumpled, tears spilling down his pale cheeks. “Ally-”
