No breathing tube. Saline soaked gauze on her forehead, still actively bleeding. Mari scanned the monitors. Pulse ox 95. BP 80 systolic. IVs running wide open. Stable.

“Glenn,” Flann said in a strong clear voice. “You with me? You know me?”

Glenn blinked slowly, winced.

“Glenn?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. You know where you are?”

Glenn blinked again and her eyes rolled. She wet her lips. “What about my unit?”

Flann glanced at Antonelli, raised an eyebrow.

“She kept muttering there was an IED,” Antonelli said. “She thinks she’s in Iraq.”

Flann gripped Glenn’s shoulder. “It’s Flann, Glenn. You’re at the Rivers. Car accident. We’re all okay.”

Glenn swallowed and groaned softly. “No fire?”

“No. You’re okay. Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.” Glenn’s lids flickered closed. “Damn.”

“Chest, belly? Glenn, hey, tell me where.”

Mari focused on the X-rays that came up on the screen on the wall over the bed. “Fluid in the right costophrenic angle. Rib fracture.”

Flann followed her gaze. “Not too bad, though. Damn, I like putting in chest tubes too.”

“Belly films look all right,” Antonelli chimed in.

“Looks like you’re taking a trip down to CT to make sure everything’s where it should be inside your head,” Flann said. “I’m headed to the OR but Harp will be here.”

Glenn grimaced. “Mari. Tell Mari—”

“I’m here.” Mari nudged Flann aside, gripped Glenn’s arm above the tangle of IV lines. “Right here.”

“Don’t…worry.”

Mari laughed weakly. “Never. Just let everyone look after you for a change. Rest now.”

Flann pulled off her gloves. “Antonelli, you and Bruce take her—”

“I’ll go down with Antonelli,” Mari said.

Flann gave her a look, slowly nodded. “All right. If there’s any change while you’re downstairs, let me or Harp know right away. When you get back up here, one of us will take care of that laceration.”

Glenn said softly, “Just don’t let Antonelli do it.”

Antonelli laughed.

“Don’t sweat it,” Flann said. “We’ll make sure you’re still handsome.”

Mari backed just far enough away so the staff could get Glenn ready for transport.

“What about the other one,” she asked Flann.

“I’m about to explore his belly. Damn lucky Glenn pulled him out of his Hummer. The thing blew up right after the first responders got them clear. Looks like he ran through the intersection at about a hundred miles an hour, T-boned Glenn, and totaled her Jeep. If Glenn hadn’t been in something that big…” She shook her head. “Damn lucky for both of them.”

Luck, fate, chance—was that really what life was all about? Maybe. But what did it matter? Glenn was alive and here, now. And so was she.

Chapter Twenty-eight

“No focal swelling,” Harper muttered as cut after cut of the head CT scan appeared on the computer screen.

Mari stared unblinking, searching each view for some hidden enemy, reluctant to be convinced. The calculating, cool part of her mind scanned and correlated, while the emotional part she usually kept contained and shut away while she worked kept screaming, This is Glenn—Glenn!—and she’s in danger. Mari took a shaky breath. “With the size of that laceration, she must have taken a serious hit. She’s going to have a hell of a headache.”

“For sure.” Harper grinned. “She’ll never admit to it. She’ll just want to rub dirt on the sore spots and get back in the game.”

“I know. God, she could have—”

Harper draped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “She could have, but she didn’t. She’s going to be all right. Could-haves don’t matter in this game. Only what is.”

“Only what is,” Mari whispered. Only now. This now, and as she was beginning to understand, the next one. Relief so potent she was briefly light-headed washed over her. “I’m so glad you’re here. You and Flann and Abby—everyone.”

“Where else would we be, huh? Glenn’s family.”

Tears pricked her eyes. “Yes, I know.”

Harper made a few notes on Glenn’s chart and dropped it on the small desk facing the glass-enclosed room where the big scanner revolved around Glenn’s head. “We’ll run her chest and abdomen too, but there’s no sign of anything worse than a cracked rib or two. She’ll need to stay in at least overnight.”

“Can’t you keep her longer? You know she’ll want to go right back to work.”

“Abby can probably hold her off awhile, but you know what Glenn’s going to say. If she’d been at the front, she’d be back with her unit in the morning.”

“This isn’t the damn front,” Mari said, her fear giving way to rage. Some careless, irresponsible driver had nearly killed the best person she knew, the woman who had already given so much for so many. The woman she loved.

“It is to her,” Harper said gently.

Mari closed her eyes, let the targetless fury drain away. “I know. You’re right.”

“I’m going to call and get a room for her upstairs. As soon as we get that laceration closed, we’ll get her settled.”

Mari waited until the scans were done and helped the ICU nurse transport Glenn back to the ER. Abby came in a few minutes later.

“Flann called down. She’s going to be a few hours. Ruptured spleen, fractured liver, avulsed duodenum. The guy’s a mess. I’ll do this.”

“Can I help?” Mari asked.

Abby cocked her head, surveyed her. “Sure. That will free up one of the nurses, and we’re slammed out there.”

Mari cut sutures and dabbed blood from the field as Abby anesthetized and closed the eight-inch laceration on Glenn’s forehead. Somehow, Glenn slept through most of the procedure, or maybe her body just kept her submerged so the healing could begin.

“It looks great,” Mari said softly as Abby finished the last suture.

Abby’s eyes above her paper mask smiled at her. “Thanks. Nice assist. She’ll have a little bit of a scar, but the orientation’s good so it won’t be too noticeable in six months or so.”

“It won’t bother her.” Mari doubted Glenn even realized how unbelievably attractive she was. And a scar? Nothing could mar her incredible beauty.

“Her room is ready,” Abby said, “so we can get her upstairs. Coming up?”

“Yes.” Mari appreciated that everyone just assumed she was staying with Glenn for as long as it took to be sure she was out of danger. Did everyone know what she had barely begun to recognize? That Glenn was the most important thing, everything that mattered to her?

“Carrie’s outside in the family waiting area if you want to give her an update while the staff get Glenn ready to transport. I’ll call you when they’re ready.”

“Thanks. I’ll go find her right now.” Still Mari hesitated, unable to leave. Glenn’s vital signs were stable, everything checked out fine, but what if she wasn’t there and something happened? What if while she was gone Glenn—

“She’s going to be all right. Sore as hell for a few weeks, and she’ll need some tending that she won’t want, but I’m sure you’ll figure out how to get around her.” Abby’s tone was gentle, knowing.

Knowing Abby knew what Mari feared, and why, gave her comfort and strength. “I might need a little help in that department. She’s one of the quietest people I know, inside, but staying quiet? Not so much.”

Abby laughed. “Don’t worry, we’ll gang up on her.”

Glenn softly muttered, “I can hear you, you know.”

Mari stroked her cheek. Glenn’s eyes opened, momentarily clear and oh so reassuringly strong. “Good. Then you know you’re outnumbered.”

Glenn’s smile flickered, and she sighed deeply. Asleep again, safe.

“I’ll be right down the hall.” Mari finally backed away, watching Glenn’s chest rise and fall, slowly and evenly, checked the EKG and blood pressure tracings moving steadily across the monitors one more time. Glenn was going to be all right. They were both going to be all right.

The instant Mari reached the waiting area, Carrie jumped up.

“Sometimes I hate not being one of you clinical types,” Carrie exclaimed. “I had to stay out here and all of you were running in and out and oh God is she okay?”

“She’s going to be. Banged up, but nothing time won’t fix.” Mari opened her arms as Carrie flew at her.

“Are you okay?”

“No. Yes. Just give me a year or two…” Mari buried her face in the curve of Carrie’s shoulder, and the tears she’d been holding back for hours flooded free.

Carrie rocked her, crooned wordlessly, and held on.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mari gasped when the worst of the burning in her chest had passed. “She’s fine, really.”

“Harper told me.” Carrie led Mari to a sofa against one wall, drew her down, and enclosed her in the circle of her arms. “Doesn’t mean it’s not terrifying all the same.”

“God, you’re so right.” Mari wiped her face with her palms and took a deep breath. “You heard what happened?”

Carrie nodded. “You know Glenn pulled the other driver out of the car right before it caught on fire, right? She saved the idiot that ran into her and could have killed her.”

“Of course she did. That’s Glenn.”

“She’s a hero,” Carrie said.

“She always has been.”

Carrie leaned back, read her eyes. “And I’m guessing she’s yours now.”

Mine now. Mari smiled. “Oh yes, she is.”

“I thoroughly approve.”

Mari laughed, a bubbling sensation she barely recognized at first as joy coursing through her. “I feel so lucky to have found her.”

“Oh hell, she’s the lucky one.” Grinning, Carrie gave her another hug. “After all, she’s got you.”

“Yes. She does.” Mari gave in to the comfort of Carrie’s embrace another minute longer. “I should get back. They’re going to take her upstairs soon.”

“All right. I’ll let everyone else know how she’s doing. You just concentrate on taking care of yourself.”